Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder…… I Hope!

My family and I have been gracing the beautiful community of Sanibel Island, Florida with our presence for the last week and, much to the pleasure of those fine people down in Southwest Florida, we have finally returned to our home base.

Once I get caught up on everything; chores, sleep, honey-do’s, and the latest gossip, I hope to get back to writing more. I really enjoy writing for the most part, all except that whole “coming-up-with-something-to-write-about” thing. Hopefully, vacation will jump start the brain-waves and send those little electrical sparks to the tiny little author part of my brain. I’m not sure if that’s in the frontal lobe or somewhere around out back, but we will see how it goes.

Vacation is a wonderful thing. I highly recommend that everyone participate in the activity as much as possible, but if you do then you need to do it right. See, I opened my eyes and suddenly learned that I have never vacationed the right way. I knew that one was supposed to “relax” while on vacation, however, I just thought that was a myth, something for the travel brochures. I didn’t think that people actually did it! But now, I think that some people really do relax while on vacation.

All of the vacations I ever took in my life were filled with long distance driving with a car load of fighting kids, worrying about getting to the hotel at a certain time, then worrying about keeping the kids busy, or the wife happy, and running here, there, and everywhere constantly because what else are we supposed to do…….WE ARE ON VACATION!!

The Black Family Vacation

This trip I made up my mind to do my very best to just “go with the flow” and not worry about every little thing. I worked very hard to not care whether or not we were stuck in traffic, or if we were a little late going to dinner. I tried hard to realize that it’s okay to not plan something for every minute of every day and just simply do-whatever-we-dowhenever-we-do-it and guess what………? I did it!

Well, I did it enough to make me realize that I can do it if I continue to work at it. There were a couple of times when I caught myself stressing out about something ridiculous or unimportant, but then I would decide that there was absolutely no reason to be worrying about it and I would just let it go.

The last day we were at the condo, I woke up and made the executive decision that I did not want to run, run, run that day. I just wanted to lay on the couch and read my book and not do anything. So that’s exactly what I did. But then something weird happened. I observed something that I had never seen before while on vacation. My wife started stressing out!

Mrs. Black does not have the same issues that I have when it comes to being anxious and worried and stressed while on a trip. She is always as calm as a conch shell when we are traveling but suddenly, there she was…….fidgeting around, restless, and anxious. It seemed the more I was relaxed, the more her stressed meter rose up into the red zone!

The way I have it figured, there is some requirement that at least one adult must be stressed at all times while on a family vacation! I knew there had to be a reason for it, and now the answer had appeared right in front of me like a Virgin Mary in a piece of toast.

I decided to test my theory so I finished my book, jumped up and declared that we had to go do something. I couldn’t just sit around any longer! I began being my old self and started worrying that we weren’t milking enough out of this trip and we must go do something!

Mrs. Black’s eyes rolled back in her head, she took a deep breath, and suddenly she was as relaxed as if she had been doing goat-yoga for the last 3 hours.

Maybe on our next vacation I will gradually work my bride’s stress level up a few hours at a time so that she doesn’t go into heart-attack level stress mode all at once. I may even test the limits and relax for an entire morning!

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