Well I was going to start off by apologizing for the long period of time
between my last post, however a recent conversation made me rethink that. Last
week I was at dinner with two friends and over a very nice meal at a very nice
restaurant we started in discussing the finer points of life and things we
enjoy. We were all workaholics at the table and at one point one individual
asked us "when was the last time you took two weeks off? I'm talking 10
days off here". I looked at both the person asking the question, and at
our friend, and for a just a glance I saw the split second small smirk that
made me know they were thinking the same thing I was, guilty pleasure.
See as a workaholic the thought of two weeks off has an almost ethereal
existence, a thing of legend, not tangible or even comprehendible, but also at
the same time something extremely mischievous. I mean for us how can taking
that amount of time be akin to anything but getting away with something, and I
mean something big. So after our split second impish grins it was confession
time. I was first, 1998, ouch... next up 1988, ouch... finally uh never...the
deathblow. The comment of "that's really sad" held no candle to it.
Almost a decade, and almost a quarter of a century without a extended
vacation...yikes!
I acknowledge I work too much and too hard for my own good, as others
obviously do, so I'm resolved to take advantage of more opportunities for time
off, maybe not in the form of the holy grail of multiple weeks off but at least
in small breaks and enjoying my nights and weekends more. While this blog is
something I'm passionate about, it is related to my work so I won't feel bad
about the occasional break. I'm also resolved to think really hard about when I
can plan my extended vacation.
Cheers!