I vowed to keep that vacation glow going long after vacation. I was thinking until Christmas at least. The stress free, reading something everyday, a little yoga, a little wine, a little adventure.
When I was a regular yogi, pre-broken ass, good teachers always talked about yoga-on-the-mat, and yoga-off-the-mat. To keep aware of the breath, your actions, your intentions away from the yoga mat, and integrate actions into your daily routine.
That’s what I wanted to do for vacation. Keep that vacation buzz going for as long as possible. Get my work done, be positive, be present, think before I speak. Which I did. As long as possible.
Came home on a Saturday. By Tuesday – 3 days later – I was driving to work when a vendor called to say he misquoted a piece by half – $550 boss rightly refuses to spend – and couldn’t honor the price.
I immediately felt the heart pump, tongue go dry. I turned into a parking lot to negotiate, and proceeded to blow a gasket, panic about finding another source in such short time, imagine the conversation with boss-lady, and growl through gritted teeth about bait and switch, then immediately delete their contact information from my cell.
Three days post vacation. Actually two if we’re counting hourly rather than sunrise, sunset.
The whole vacation on the island stayed on the island. Vacation is vacation for a reason. It wouldn’t be vacation if every day were a love fest, as much as I’d like it to be.
So much for vacation off the mat. I still have a mental list of my intentions for real life and will try hard to keep most of them. But work is work, and the kinder, gentler me needs to treat it as such.
You are a deep and complicated woman, KK.
Like must humor bloggers are.
Yoga off the mat.
I wish I could toss that in the face of the yoga teacher across the street that is such a nasty witch to me.
You know what? I WILL.
SO worth it stopping by today.
xo
why thank you oh great Empress. Take a deep cleansing breath, then wind up and whack that neighbor with a yoga mat. That oughta do it.
ahhh the realities intrude…bloody bites i tell you. no matter how hard you try, someone’s gotta do something to remind you: vacation’s over baby.
i was really gonna try though. Still am, a bit. The wine part anyways!
I’m a yoga class drop out trying to make good by going once a month–maybe. Saw the teacher recently at a store in the middle of a fight with her teens. She stormed out without notice and without them. I was “breathing mindfully” for her but actually I think it was the scene that made me feel more normal. Sigh.
Don’t you love catching perfect people acting normal? Makes me feel so much better about my life.
I’m sorry your vacation buzz didn’t last longer but 3 days is pretty great. I think mine lasted about a 1/2 hour.
Me too Mia, me too!
That’s good to know I am not the only one that promises my self @ the beginning of every work week that I will be ZEN with my life. I will not let the petty backtalking, backstabbing bullshit rule my day. Sometimes I make it a full hour before I realize that sometimes people can totally suck, and as I get older I realize that I sometimes HATE them just a little bit!