How bad is it that it's only February 1st and I want a vacation? Not a go to the beach vacation, however that would be lovely. A stay home, rest, unwind, do something, mean something, figure it all out vacation. I have 158 hours of vacation, it's not like I couldn't afford a day off or two. But the idea of using the time and it not being what I want. What if I don't come back relaxed, what if I don't figure it all out, whatever "it" is. What if that just feeds a craving for more time off.
Funny how early in life I was driven by the idea of a career. I'd like to punch whoever sold me that bill of goods. Career, what is that anyway. Why is that important. The older I get the more I just want to be able to be at home, travel when I want, slow down and actually enjoy the day, my life, rather than autopilot to the end of the week so I can enjoy my off time.
I am sensing somethings out of balance here. I'd really just like to sit around in my pj's drink coffee and watch good movies for awhile.