I’m an ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ kind of gal. The type of vacationer who indulges in days away until I get sick—so sick that I vow never to go away again upon returning home.
We’ve been away from home for 12 days, and earlier, Evelyn said, ‘I want to go home; I miss my toys.’ Instead of feeling disappointment, I felt my heart swell with pride.
We’re doing it! Pushing the boundaries of vacationing!
Costa Rica for a month, road-tripping the United States for almost a year, and now in the south for a month—I’ve mastered the art of living out of a suitcase and using tiny bottles of shampoo.
Without the burden of my routines and responsibilities, I’ve been paying attention to excessive stressors. I’ve unsubscribed from unwanted emails, deleted overly notifying apps, and redesigned work systems to reduce my responsibilities.
All this mental space continues to contribute to my book writing. Also, I floated in body-temperature pool water earlier with a skimboard over my head, acting as a self-made sunshade cabana. I did so for a commendable amount of time—you’d be proud of me. The only thing that pulled me out was the desire to read on the couch while eating Cheetos.
Tomorrow is haircut day at Cut’n Up in Port Saint Joe. Somehow, after getting my haircut with my sister-in-law last year in that town, all year long, I kept postponing getting another haircut. Jokingly, I’d say I planned to wait until this vacation, but I guess it wasn’t a joke after all. The cut won’t be anything drastic, but for me, this pampering—something most take for granted—will be yet another vacationing belt notch showing how well I’ve done.
Alright, time to indulge in a gooey butter bar.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 