There is something ephemeral about vacations. You can lose yourself in vacations. You can become someone else. You can do things you would never do in your normal life, because in a few days it will be all over and you can go back to the monotony of your days.
Or, you can just be yourself.
You to be as close to the ideal form of yourself as possible, because you don’t have the responsibilities that keep you from being who you want to be and doing what you want to do. The best part about my ephemeral vacation: I got to walk miles and miles along the shore, taking the briefest of steps towards getting my health back. I did it because I had time to do it. I didn’t have the distractions of daily life; the responsibilities of a job. I had time to work on me. I left the experience wanting to work on me, but afraid I wouldn’t be able to find the balance to do that with everything else going on. However, it is high past time I recognized that tomorrow isn’t promised. I don’t know how many days I have left. I don’t know how long it will take to get right. I know that every day I devote to bettering myself both physically and mentally is another day I add to my life expectancy. On the other hand, every day I allow myself to rot is another day closer to rotting forever.
Morbid thoughts aren’t always the best motivators, but they are reminders of the beauty that is life and the way you want to live and the person you want to be. So, do you have what it takes to get there? Bet I do.