I have just returned from a vacation.
I spent a week in Punta Cana, Domincan Republic. It was a beautiful locale. Sunny, very sunny (so much so that I got the worst sunburn of my life!)
I did a lot of reading. Not as much as I had planned (I brought 8 paperback, and 3 audiobooks). I was conscientious and methodical (big surprise) and alternated between fiction and non-fiction. I got through 4 and a half books.
The cool thing about travelling with my cousin David is the post-mortem I got to complete on some of my thoughts on several of the books with him.
Here's what's bugging me about the trip. I set-out with a plan to rest, re-evaluate and experience some sort of this is my plan moving forward epiphany.
And I did - mostly.
But I've been home less than 24 hours, and already I am back to old routines and poor choices.
I have spent 90% of today in-bed and asleep. Literally. I didn't get out of bed until 5:00pm.
I have just finished checking my email, am in the process of uploading photos to facebook. I haven't unpacked, done laundry, eaten anything or prepared for tomorrow's return to civilization.
While away, I met a lot of fun people, and was amazingly anti-social at times, just wanting to be all alone (which is shockingly unlike me). One of the ladies I met said something very simply profound - "you only get one body, you have to treat it with love". She was right, it was so simple. So I resolved to take care of myself. Take my vitamins, eat regularly, etc....
Can't even keep it up for 24 hours.
This does not bode well....
The question is does it speak to the weakness of my core beliefs? the softness of my resolution? the insincerity of my being?
Or am I just still that tired?
My vote is the last, and it makes me sad that even a week of total rest hasn't restored me.
So I am going to keep searching for rest and balance...the ever elusive balance....