Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Escape

After a long and much needed email chat with MissS yesterday and an email exchange with DoodleJ, a dear friend of mine from the old, old days (yes, I mean high school...the 80s...zounds!), I have come to the conclusion that I need a vacation. A long, lazy, do-nothing-somewhere-scenic vacation.


Greece was fantastic that way. It wasn't overly crowded on the island. The pace of life there lent itself so well to epic conversations over coffee in the shade of the midday sun...and long, random chats with strangers in the pubs in the cool of the night. There's no agenda. No need for a schedule. And miles and miles of walking under olive trees and over old stone passages and around sea-weathered buildings. As much something or nothing as you could possibly need.

I don't know how or when my batteries drained so low, but I can tell I'm on a fast track to empty. My passion has waned...I feel like I'm going through the motions...I crave sleep the way a junkie craves his next fix...I sit down to write and no words come. My life these last few months has been entirely centered around output...and I'm getting nothing back to refuel the guff. Somehow, I need to find a way to recharge...and a vacation sounds like an amazing possibility to do just that.


Is it feasible? I don't know... Certainly another European trip seems like a stretch just now, though that's exactly what I'd like to do. Maybe there's somewhere closer? I wonder if I could go far enough up in the mountains near here to forget how many things I "ought" to be doing.. Or, if I can just hang on til fall, maybe the beaches will empty out somewhat and I can take a long weekend to dig my toes in the sand... Or maybe I can get a new bike and ride the Mt. Vernon trail to the end and back....and let the wind rushing past my helmet sweep out the cobwebs that are making me entirely too sticky...

There's so much amazingly good stuff happening in and around my life right now...I just need to refill the tanks so I can actually enjoy it.

2 comments:

towwas said...

Yeah, my post-Norway happiness lasted, like, two months. Then the new-job happiness took over, so pretty much, it's all good.

What about, like, somewhere in New England? Or the Eastern Shore?

J.Bro said...

Or the opposite track - how about Indiana, the armpit of America? Or Flint, MI? Spending a little time there would have to make anyone feel better about their lives.