It starts out stressful, the planning, packing, scheduling: “What’s the weather like at night there?” “Do I need high heels and a blow dryer?” “How many swim suits is too many?” “Did I remember my toothbrush?” “How many hours do I have to be at the airport before my flight?” “Did I remember to forward all my calls, clear my inbox and set my email vacation auto-reply on?” “What about international calling? Do I need that?” “Oh, fuck I forgot to figure out who is feeding the cats while we’re gone.”
Nope, I am not the best traveler. I’ve been traveling and moving since I was three years old, my mother made me visit all sorts of places in my youth and I’ve moved countless times, but I am not a good traveler. I get stressed. I however want to be a good traveler. It’s something I’m working on, because God knows I need more traveling/vacationing in my life.
The past several months I have accomplished a lot for my business Function 5 Fitness, and although I have tried very hard to balance my life, I feel I worked myself into the mentality of an over-stressed, neurotic, modern city dweller. Prior to my recent vacation I had not taken a full week off to relax in 16 months. I started to find myself wound up tighter than Rhonda Rousey’s hair buns on fight day.
In short, I haven’t been proud of my stress induced thinking. Instead of asking, “How can I better help people?”, I’m too often getting caught up in thoughts like, “Are my emails categorized properly or “Did I get to everything on my to-do list today?”
Vacations have a purpose, they don’t just refresh us with extra sleep and social time; they help us remember or redefine our purpose and passions.