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.