This is my last day of work before two weeks of vacation. One of the first things on my vacation to do list is to throw away all the strange growing things from the refrigerator. Then I will try to clean out my papers - do I need to hold onto my divorce papers after 27 years? I am just afraid that without them someone will declare me married again. I have worked harder at not being married that I have at staying out of jail. Fortunately, I have avoided jail, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t have happened.
Then I want to sleep a lot. But my fear is that it will make the time go by fast and on October 17th I will be cussing at myself for sleeping my way through two weeks of vacation. The deal is – if it is raining, I am going to take a nap or two. If the sun is shining, I am outdoors on my bike or in the woods. That sounds like a good plan.
I also have writing and knitting plans. But my plans are usually what the Universe finds so freaking hilarious about my life. Which reminds me – lately I have been finding myself in situations where I am convinced that someone set me up for a YouTube video that will quickly become viral. Wacko elevator doors, strange things stuck to my shoe, my hair in such a state that aliens must be responsible, and a declining fashion sense.
The next two weeks are full of exciting things. I teach my first public yoga class at Ohana Yoga next Wednesday, take a Shamballa Reiki class, spend 4 ½ days with my friend, Joyce, in Maine, and attend the Boston Symphony to see and hear Yo Yo Ma. The most important thing is that I don’t make any demands on myself, that everything I do adds to my life in some way and does not take any energy away. In fact, the goal is to replenish my energy until I overflow and am able to return to work with renewed balance, commitment and joy. I think that is what my vacation should be about.
