I’ve been too busy to post as of late; which my blog shouldn’t take personally because I’ve also been too busy to do laundry, go to the market, pay my bills, get my car fixed, work on my apartment, build a bookshelf, or win the lottery. I did, however, fail to do any of those things over the weekend, and instead spent 4 days going to the beach.
I do not feel guilty.
Work has been stressful for the last few months, and I need a vacation. Thinking back, I haven’t really had a vacation for a few years now, the last one being to Playa del Carmen with ADG… something that must have been at least 2 years ago by now? Something like that. Granted, I’ve spent several weekends in Vegas, and went on a 4-day cruise to Mexico that ended with a lot of stories involving bachelorettes, but a vacation, a real one, I haven’t had in a long time.
And like I said, I need one. I’m more irritable than I should be considering how good my life is; and, more pressing, I’m incredibly hard to get motivated, lately. It was a minor miracle that I actually bought wood Monday for the bookshelf I’m going to build. the fact that I didn’t clean out the garage to give me space to work is a bad sign, though. All I have to do is load a bunch of boxes for Goodwill into my truck and then drop them off… but that would impact my procrastination schedule, you see. If I had a solid week or so to just take off for a while, I think it would definitely recharge me.
But I don’t have anyone to go with, and I think that’s the real problem. The idea of going on a solo vacation, though empowering, just doesn’t sound like fun like it should be. And by saying I don’t have anyone to go with, I don’t mean I don’t have anyone to go with; I mean by going with “anyone” that would prematurely make them more Someone than I’m ready for them to be at this point.
I’m sure you don’t catch my drift even a little bit.