For those of you who are fans of Lord of the Rings, I don’t have to explain the concept of Second Breakfast. But allow me to fill the rest of you in. Second Breakfast comes after regular breakfast but before lunch. I’m quite a fan of the concept sometimes.
This post is my second breakfast to the first post I shared with you about my recent vacation to the east coast for a beach vacation. Here’s Part 2: Vacation Ends. Yet another one I’m just now typing up and adding to a few weeks after entry into my paper journal.
I did it. I just went on vacation. Like a normal, good-ole fashioned American. There and back again for one week only with no expense spared. Now, on my last night here, I find myself on the balcony overlooking the water, the sunset glinting off the diamond-crusted waves, and I find myself so desperately sad at the thought of returning home.
I love my “vacation self.” The side of me that doesn’t complain constantly about everything – my job, my city, my finances, my place in life. The side of me that tries something new, that does something brave, that sleeps in and actually finishes my tea before I run out the door to the next activity. I love that self. She’s such a great, happy, smiling (and tan!) person.
I cultivate my quiet self out here, among the waves – or rather, beside them. I’ve never been a person who likes to swim in the ocean that much. The combination of stinging, smelly saltwater and unknown creatures all around me with the scouring cruelty of sand has never exactly been my idea of a fantastical getaway.
But I fall more in love with myself out here, away from it all. I see the quiet within that doesn’t feel the need to hog the spotlight, to cry out for attention or seclude myself away because the only quiet I can find is in my home.
But how do I maintain my “vacation self?” Is it possible or is it just an illusion? That Lauren just feels so expansive, so infinite, so limitless, so free. I wish I could be her all the time.
That wish is the first step for change. Not for an escape. Not for a getaway plan, but I am now determined to find a path that suits me good and proper. A path where I don’t have to stuff everything I like about myself into a hidden corner of my personality so that I can function on a daily basis.
It’s another one of those Great Perhapses. Another risk I’ll have to take. Here’s to the future of the uncertain unknowns.