I’m on vacation, as I write this. It’s far from perfect.
The weather’s perfect. The hotel’s pretty close to perfect, too. When the hotel even comes close to straying toward imperfection, the hotel moves fast to bring it back in line.
Everyone around me seems to be enjoying the perfect vacation, too. I’m not having the perfect vacation, though. My head’s feeling messy, right now.
I spent 90 minutes trying to convince our three-year-old son to sleep. I lost that battle. I lost it hard. I lost my nap, in the meantime.
I’m now in an in-between malaise. I’m having a second vegan, bulletproof coffee to try and chase the malaise away. After all, I’m on vacation, and it’s supposed to be perfect.
Today feels like a reminder about living between vacations. I used to only live for them.
Before Just Rolling with It
, I felt very unhappy with daily existence between vacations. As a result, I tried to make vacations perfect. The attempts were accompanied by large quantities of alcohol. The alcohol numbed me to the imperfections that slipped through the cracks.
Going back to life between vacations felt awful. I dreaded it. When I look around me, here, I wonder how many others dread going back to daily existence. Was it only me, or do others feel this way, too?
I get the sense others feel this way, too. The travel industry caters to it. The hotel we’re staying in does, too.
Fortunately, the in-hotel marketing is subtler than that in many other hotels. It’s still there, though. I feel sad, when I see it. It reminds me of my own pain. I feel sad, to remember others still experience it.
This issue feels a little melancholy. I’m feeling OK with that, even though I am on vacation. I feel grateful to have experienced how quickly things change. I feel grateful to understand feelings are impermanent. This makes me feel hopeful that this melancholy will pass.
It might not pass the second I step on the beach. I’m guessing it will pass after I spend a few minutes in the sea with my family. I feel grateful that when it does pass, it won’t be because I have a drink in my hand.
I also feel grateful that, when this vacation ends, I continue living the life between it and the next one. In some ways, I actually enjoy the time between vacations more than the time on vacation. This, in itself, feels like a pretty powerful shift, too.
How about you? Do you live for vacations or between them, too?
Let me know by replying directly to this email.
Catch you next week,