Work Hard, Chill Hard

After 5 straight days that have revolved around not much more than sunscreen, sleeping in, lemonade, nature walks, aloe vera gel, waterfront breezes, and lying on my back, today was the first semi-foray back into productivity mode. By “productivity” I mean shopping for headbands, summer dresses, and better sunscreen.

Is short-term sloth considered a deadly sin? Do I give a shit?

The first real vacation I’ve had in awhile is winding down. There’s a difference between being on a vacation and actually having one. From the headaches that come from traveling to and from a destination to the rushing around and disagreements that can take place during the trip itself, I often need (but don’t get) a few days to recharge after returning from something billed as a vacation. This time, I’m coming back to the heavy stuff with more clarity and some answers. Although many wouldn’t hear of it, chronically industrious and over-scheduled people whose minds are always racing can up their efficacy game by getting in the habit of taking as many extended and utterly unproductive breaks as they can afford to.

I’ve spent too much time directly in the sun. The only part of my body that got burned is the area that was covered with the most sunscreen. That’s the biggest news coming out of this time and space away from how I normally operate, and it’s about as much excitement as I’m willing to put up with for the next 48 hours.