I recently went on vacation with Abbey and friends. An annual trek to a lakefront house in the wilds of Virginia, for a long weekend of swimming and cooking, music and drinking, talking and sleeping. The weather held up this year; so much of the days were spent on the lakefront. And evenings were spent consuming some truly wonderful dinners.
It’s a pleasant, little reminder to me, of growing up in quieter places with an abundance of trees, wildlife, and rednecks.
It comes at the end of most of my client’s busiest seasons, so it’s also a nice break, to keep me from saying something inappropriate that would surly jeopardize my relationship with the client. A chance to step back and remind myself that work is work, and nothing personal.
And to be able to climb into bed, at the end of the day, tired from doing absolutely nothing of importance… that is really wonderful.