some words about something, and a few more about anything

Well, I don't know what to write about, but I've got to write about something.
Firstly, because it's been too frickin' long since I've written anything.
Secondly, because my cousin Jamie just reminded me (by writing on his blog) that it's been too frickin' long since I've written anything.

Which, now that I look again, really amounts to the same thing.

The beautiful thing about being on vacation is not necessarily about what you do on said vacation, or who you're with, or where you go, or how long you're away. The beautiful thing is you're spending time in a place where all your 'to do' lists are completely irrelevant. A place where you're forced to be inefficient and meandering; forced to experience the present instead of getting lost in plans for the future. And especially, most importantly, a good vacation will take you out of yourself, stretch you out, dust you off, turn you over, give you a good, pounding, deep-tissue massage, and then allow you space and time to snap back to your natural shape.
Which feels so good and right that you don't even notice it. Until you try to fit back into the shape you were before you left.
And therein lies the lesson!