I’m no expert in math, which is why I write, and numbers don’t lie the average person will spend one-third of their life at work.
Knowing this gives a new meaning to being “on the clock” Life is ticking away so we’re never off the clock.
Which is why it’s important to get away.
We spend the majority of our lives worried about everything and everybody over ourselves. It’s time to reclaim our time and spend it doing what makes us feel alive.
There’s bliss in turning off and shutting down.
I’m talking more than for the weekend or a mental health day (which are also extremely important). Unplugging from society for a few days to focus on yourself, is a top tier life hack.
I didn’t realize how important it was to get away until I got angry at the world. I took a mental health day and was still angry. That extra day wasn’t enough.
Staycations are nice and beneficial in many ways. It’s my go-to when I don’t want to spend a lot of money traveling, but there’s something freeing about getting away from home.
I had to bite the bullet and save up to take a vacation. I read somewhere that you shouldn’t go on vacation until you pay off all your debt, well forget that. I had to go!!
I went to San Diego! It was my first time seeing the Pacific ocean.
I watched the sunset while sitting on a bolder on Windansea Beach. I closed my eyes and inhaled the salty air, my hair was puffed up by humidity and blew every which way across my face.
Then I swallowed a bug. It was time to go.
I ate at a seafood restaurant overlooking Mission Beach. Had a couple mules and some fried cod as I watched surfers catch waves in the cold water.
I sat in the grass in the middle of Balboa Park, read a few chapters from a book I’ve been reading. Wrote in my journal near the park’s pond while a guitarist played gypsy jazz.
Met new friends over sushi at a hidden gem of a restaurant in Normal Heights. Had coffee with the sunrise on the balcony of my AirBnB.
It’s moments like all of these that breathe life into me.
Weekdays can be so mundane that you forget there’s more to life than responding to emails and completing tasks.
When I got angry, I had to get away, not to run from the problems, but to remember who I am without all the everyday noise.
When you get angry with the world, embrace it. See it for its true nature: Good people, good food, and experiences that take your breath away.
Now that I’m back, I feel much better. I was able to let go of everything that was wrecking my brain and be the only thing that needed my attention.
The first thing that gets me out of this good mood will be the last thing I worry about.
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