Just got back from a 5-day vacation on the beach, rested and refreshed, to immediately get an evil stomach virus that will wipe out all the refreshment and mental peace the vacation provided. Isn't life funny that way?
We spent so much time running in circles. Take my last month: to counteract the toll of a stressful period of daily life (the annual spring heavy workload and the stress of the flood), I took a carefree, hedonistically sleepless vacation filled with great times, great food and great friends. It was exactly what I needed to life my spirits enough to face the burdens in front of me anew. But the price paid for that was a compromised immune system, which led to decline in productivity upon my return to work. And by the time I'm healthy enough to tackle it, things will have piled up so much that I'll soon feel just as stressed and overburdened as I did when I first decided I needed that vacation. So I'll plan another one down the road, and the cycle will repeat. I almost always get sick during or immediately upon a return from a vacation, even the low-key relaxing ones.
I'm not saying vacations are pointless. I think the memory of recent good times helps one get through the harder ones. But these cycles just go to show there's a yin for every yang. The mind needs an occasional break in routine to keep my sanity, but the body craves normalcy. Just as my body sometimes needs to skip church on a given Sunday to ensure a restful day, but I feel my spirit suffering for the next week when I do. Everything in life is a trade-off. If you do one thing, you are, by definition, missing out on something else.
Anyway, I haven't gotten to post much lately, but assuming my recovery from this Stomach Death Curse of Doom doesn't take too long, I should be back in the swing of things relatively soon. Hopefully by the weekend at least.
I'll see you then.
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