Look! It's sunrise on the Carribean!
Laying on the beach for many hours.
Having drinks and food delivered to your beach chair.
Reading your heart out.
Sleeping a whole lot.
Playing in the ocean.
The first three days was serious physical catch-up to some
rather intense burnout. However, I have discovered that being in the same place
for eight days without the action of city life or at least something going on
around me that changes is a wee bit too long for me.
After five days, I didn’t really care about drinks anymore,
and the food was making my stomach more than a little unhappy. For a person who
eats mostly vegetables, olive oil, butter, and ghee, my three options of food
was becoming a little annoying, and even those items seemed somehow coated in
vegetable oil. Thankfully we focused a lot on discovering local food, and as
such, they were wonderful about providing that; otherwise, we would have been
stuck with burgers and wings for lunch and steak for dinner.
After six days, there was some very serious analysis of 2015
plans, reality checks, and re-planning. With that final act, I was ready to
ride a pelican to Florida and figure it out from there.
I am truly grateful for this down time as I desperately
needed it for mental and physical refreshment. With the non-work beach bum
experiment complete, my next experiment for non-work downtime will be focused
on something like hiking or fishing for a week.
I never want to see a French fry again though.
Nor sugary drinks. For a system that doesn't experience sugar, my body is very upset with me. ARG!
I WILL take more time for myself to sit and drink tea, read
the paper, and do the little happy grounding things though. That value is certainly taken better root as a result of the Carribean week.
