I don't usually take vacations.
Don't get me wrong, I take time to go places. I take time to be sick. I go back to New York at least once a year. But very rarely do I ever unplug, go off the grid like I have the last couple of weeks. I mean, I was still connected at my father's funeral last year.
The last couple of weeks, I've been off. No day job, no writing, very little in the way of shameless self-promotion. I needed a break. It's not even like I went anywhere of importance: I rediscovered my liver, and went on a local boat cruise; went to Pike Place Market with my girlfriend; sat on my butt and watched the All-Star Game. There was a fun picnic and a beach day where I had an unfortunate skin reaction to lake water (itchy, itchy, itchy!!!). And I have to say, there's definitely something to this whole vacation thing.
The last time I took this much time off, I went to the Dominican Republic for a week or so and had a blast. There's a story in there about how my brothers and I were mistaken for members of the 2012 Super Bowl Champion New York Giants, which I will happily recount another day. I can't begin to tell you how relaxed I felt afterwards, except that I feel the same way now.
There is something to be said about recharging your batteries, putting yourself on airplane mode, so to speak. A couple of weeks away and I'm ready to get back to the grind of the paying job and the fun of writing. I'm ready to get the rest of this year going.