My alarm clock unkindly lets me know that it is 4:30 in the morning, and I need to get out of bed right now, or I’ll ruin my trip to New York. I begrudgingly roll out of bed in a dark room having gone to bed just five hours before. Ah well, I catch some Zs on the bus ride to the Big Apple. I get myself together to race out of the door to begin my journey.
In my last post, Why I Stopped Living Just for the Weekend, I explain why and how I’ve decided to stop living for the weekend. Though, I admit, it can be difficult not to anxiously anticipate when you won’t be on someone else’s clock. I can still appreciate the end of the workweek for what it is—my time!
Those days off allows us to remove the mask, and be who we want to be. Let’s be honest the person that we project ourselves to be at work isn’t the person we really are to the core. Ok, I’ll speak for myself on that one.
As I prepare for Monday, I try to take it in stride and not get the Monday blues–a dreading of the start to the workweek. Where I once again have to wake up earlier, then I’d like to be in the hustle and bustle with countless others. Knowing I never wake up early enough to eat breakfast, I will have to grab my overnight oats as I race out the door. Hoping the bus doesn’t pass me before I get to the bus stop, I’ll have to speed walk as a precaution.
I know this will be how my Monday goes because this is how most workdays begin. But, I don’t want to be someone who wants to jump from Monday straight to Friday as if the middle of the week doesn’t exist.
Its spring and I’ve made it through another cold and blustery winter. I almost want to run outside tossing coats, boots, and scarves while screaming at father winter as if I were Captain Dan cursing the hurricane in Forrest Gump. I am ready to sacrifice my winter clothes in a great conflagration to the Gods to curry favor for a warm spring and long summer. I am itching for a getaway, a vacation, a trip—something to pull me out of these winter blues.
It is time to pull out and dust off my bag of travel tricks. When planning my next getaway, this is what I tend to consider:
It’s true as time goes on nothing remains the same. Some friends who were once so close are now mere acquaintances or distant memories. That person you could talk with for hours you now find you have little to say. You focus on yourself as they focus on themselves and thus begins the relationship drift. Life happens—school, work, family, survival, struggle and whatever lies in-between. Times change, which includes how people prioritize you in their lives, as well as how you prioritize them.
HI. I'M AWET.
A simple soul who likes to engage the world in meaningful ways in the hopes of inspiring others.
SHARING IS CARING
SAVE $40 ON YOUR STAY
TOP 5 POSTS
GET 10% OFF