3 GODDAMN HOURS.
Tan. Faint whiff of Hawaiian Tropic on my skin. Perfect Beach Hair…All faded memories now. I’ve been home less than a day and it’s like I never left. I hate that. I hate that I allowed The Daily Grind to bogart my damn relaxing week. So much for easing back into work/life/routine.Re-entry was less than optimal today. It was more like being caught in an avalanche. Which, by the way, may actually be possible seeing as how Snowmageddon is waiting to rear its ugly frostbitten head this weekend and bite us all in the ass. I’m usually still clinging to vacation mode for several days after returning back to reality. This time it was several hours. Next time it will be several minutes. The next, I may not return.
Intense dread. That’s what I had today. Combined with feeling stale. Not moldy, stale. That tells me I need a change. Which can be quite interesting. And will always be exciting. It might just be time for one. Minor? Major? A new attitude? Christ. I’ll even take a new hairdo at this point. Or maybe it’s just the Return to Reality Blues which always seems to follow a lovely time with My Other Half.
However, Bike Tour Guide in Europe or a Lounge Singer in a Sexy Red Dress is sounding wayyyy better than Scientist these days. Meh. Maybe it’s just a phase. I’ll snap out of it.
Probably while I’m shoveling.Do you get hit with the Back to Reality Blues following a great vacation? What did you want to be when you grew up? Have you ever dodged falling coconuts while running? I have!