a drone's escape

i never allow myself a whole week off of work, with two weekends. i think i prefer having the short weeks rather than going away and then cold turkey-ing it into a cold harsh 5-day reality. honestly, i'm terrified of the coming week. i have access to email and plan to check it today, to stave off any shock and anxiety that could overwhelm my first day back.

on my vacation i barely thought about work. about the people, the place, the projects. barely. i barely thought about anything except the moment, and our meals, and the baby. i spent a lot of time just putting my hand on the belly and feeling the baby kick. i did some yoga, some floating, some beach walking. i rested a lot. i read and wrote. it was blissful.

i found myself more in love with our favorite breakfast spot, because it re-inspired the love of healthful food that i felt in pdx. each day i had oatmeal and an almond milk smoothie, made with love. i felt so invigorated and ready to soak in sunshine for the following few hours. our routine was lovely. i'd wake, go to the balcony to read and drink water, we'd go get breakfast, then head to the beach. i would sunbathe for a while and read, and write. and then after digesting i would do some yoga, wade a bit, and take my walk on the beach. after a few hours of this we would retreat to the pool bar for refreshments, me with my virgin pina colada. we would think about lunch, sometimes go elsewhere. the afternoon was sort of up in the air - we lounged, we waited out the rain, returned to the pool, used the internet. we would relax a bit in the late afternoon and then plan our dinner excursion. after dinner we'd return to the hotel and watch playoff baseball.

i need to load up on bananas and replenish the body. it's harder to stay healthy here due to the mediocre produce, lack of time, and incessant pang of work. i let my body breathe for a good 11 days because my family and i truly needed some severe meditative healing. it was lovely.