Vacation Hangover

That there, that's not me. I go where I please. I walk through walls. I float down the Liffey.

     I love vacation. I love it far, far more than work. If I could vacation for a living, I'm certain that I would never grow to resent the long hours I was called to put in, or the awkward things that I can't quite cop on to and have to learn and then re-learn. 

I'm not here. This isn't happening. I'm not here, I'm not here.

      Instead, vacation must be the pot of gold at the end of the working rainbow. I will have to continue to scrimp and save, and put in my time in order to do it. Somehow though, when I get back to the grind, I find myself depressed and unmotivated, where I should be rested and renewed. I know it isn't just because I ran myself ragged trekking across parts of Europe, or jet lag. I simply do not want to work. That's anti-American isn't it? To not want to work 40 + hours a week, doesn't that say something about my metal as a citizen of the USA?

In a little while I'll be gone. The moment's already passed. Yeah, it's gone.

     I certainly hope not. As I visited countries with many more "workers rights" in place,I just honed in on the fact that as Americans maybe we have our priorities out of whack. We are so focused on the acquisition of things that we cant's see the forest for the trees. It's not about things it's about each other. Work-life balance weighs heavily on the work end and while I know it's a means to an end, for so many it is much more than that; it is life. I'm not trying to sound whiny or lazy, but rather appreciative of a) the fact that I could take a week long vacation and visit other places b)all of the things going on around me, that when my nose is buried in work I miss.  As 2016 wraps up, I want to focus my 2017 eyes on being mindful of life, because I only get one shot at it, at least as this person I do.

Credit for Lyrics to Radiohead "How to Disappear Completely"