Today: The vacation before the vacation.
[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]In Jersey Shore speak, this week feels a lot like the vacation before the vacation. Next week is tee shirt time, and this week is the tee shirt before the (even more gaudy) tee shirt. Even though I am working like a maniac this week (so that I can be a Maine-iac next week), I feel like I may as well be sippin’ a fruity mocktail and wearing my favorite Snooki shades.
I think I have all the sun and fun I had this past weekend– between a glorious 2nd of July on the Cape with my family, people watching at Chowderfest, and a fabulous 4th of July 10k and relaxing with friends— to thank for this frame of mind. Seriously, I love summer. I never want it to end. Before you suggest I move to Florida though, I am talking specifically about summer in New England. It can’t be beat. The city comes alive as we all adopt our warm weather personalities. I’m a complete pill 9 or 10 months out of the year, but when summer hits… bam! I come out of hibernation and am ready to party. Sort of.
I have more energy to work out and less desire to wear black-on-black, I smile at strangers (but not in a creepy way), I crave fruit instead of cheese doodles, my hair could star in a series call Curls Gone Wild and I don’t even care, I feel more social and less like a hermit crab, and generally speaking… I’m just more fun to be around during the summer.
I read somewhere (probably wikipedia, let’s be serious) that Americans not only get fewer vacation days from employers, but we’re also less likely to use them than our European counterparts. While I rarely use all of my vacation days, just knowing I am going to be in a land where my phone will basically work only for Snood purposes for an entire week, makes me feel pretty awesome (this begs the question– why did I have better AT&T service in Haiti than I do in Maine?). No email, no phone calls, no Dropbox. There was a time not so long ago that this scenario would send me into a spiraling freak-out. I am not entirely sure what changed, but this much I know for sure:
- My work will be here when I come back.
- Fresh air breeds fresh ideas.
- My office likely will not implode while I am gone.
- Getting burnt out serves no one.
- I look better with a few extra freckles (don’t worry, I wear 50+SPF).
I’m so smart. Now if only I could land a reality television show that pays me $30k per episode to go to the gym, sun tan (responsibly, aka… not at all), and fold laundry…
Also On Tap for Today:
- Trivia tonight with our pals! 🙂
- Cute pencils, perfect for writing recipes
- Week 2, Day 1: 100 push-ups
What is your personality’s favorite season?
Comments (9)
Emily @ A Cambridge Story
July 6, 2011 at 12:06 pm
Enjoy! I think a show called Curls Gone Wild is absolutely genius!
Michelle
July 6, 2011 at 2:17 pm
Excited for you and your vacation! My favorite season is fall and winter is a close runner-up. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.
Elizabeth
July 7, 2011 at 11:03 am
As Paula Abdul once said, opposites attract, my friend…
Jane
July 6, 2011 at 8:34 pm
I am dreaming of my vacation, but its not for a month! I will have to live vicariously through you. Glad I found your blog!
fitinthemidwest
July 6, 2011 at 10:44 pm
Those statistics make me sad–what is wrong with our culture that we don’t use up all of our vacation days? I use all of mine and I am proud of it!
Enjoy your vacation! I am looking forward to getting away next weekend because my personality’s favorite season is summer. 🙂
Elizabeth
July 7, 2011 at 11:04 am
That’s what I like to hear, girl! 🙂
Chetney
July 6, 2011 at 11:37 pm
I used to live in Maine, my mom still does. I never call her cell phone (or can use mine when I’m there) thats a state for some SERIOUS unplugging! love it!
Jeff
July 7, 2011 at 8:10 pm
I feel that summer love, too. 🙂
I hope you have a great time, Elizabeth –
soak up every second!
Run Fast Travel Slow
July 16, 2011 at 12:40 am
I agree — I think there’s something really special about summer in Boston. I think we’re making up for all of those long, winter months. I know I’m cramming in more evenings outside and more long runs!