I rarely go on vacation. Two years ago, I was super stressed about a 5 day trip (over a weekend) where I wouldn’t have internet access most of the time.
My pleasure trips are usually really shot or tied to business trips.
But then I went on vacation for two weeks. And man was I stressed about being gone for two weeks.
At the beginning, I kept thinking about everything I could do for work. I didn’t have strict deadlines coming up, but I felt lazy for not working on vacation.
I also kept thinking about what things I could blog about and how I was constantly slacking on updating the blog.
Finally, as I was sitting out over the ocean and thinking “wow, this is nice,” it hit me. It’s vacation, stupid.
I also learned this while on vacation, but it was a bit more perplexing.
Anyway, I finally decided to write down four more things I wanted to get done while on vacation for my job. I’d dedicate an hour each morning on the cruise ship towards doing those things, but I also had to do them while in a scenic location.
I purchased internet, but I’d log on to sync my mail and TweetDeck, then log off immediately. When I was done working, I logged on and synced everything again.
It took a little while for that to stop feeling wrong. I had to keep saying, “you are on vacation, stupid!”
But then I also decided to temporarily stop blogging. I was being seriously hard on myself for not churning out posts fast enough and finally just committed to not posting at all.
And it was glorious. I had all this time to do things so I participated in everything. And it was ridiculously silly and people probably have blackmail videos/photos of me, but it was so much fun too.
And it was relaxing with gorgeous views to boot.
Just remember, nothing is set in s… I mean, it’s vacation, stupid!