Life has a funny way of reminding us of when we need to get away. It tells us when we need a break, and learning to listen to those queues is possibly the hardest thing for people really enjoy their work. I write this from Miami. No, its not Cuba, but its close enough when you need to not worry about snow. Its ironic that I live in the snowbelt of Southern Ontario and don’t like snow. Don’t get me wrong, I snowboard, and make the best of the season, but driving in the winter makes me anxious.
There are reasons for that. I was T-boned by transport truck on the highway 4 years ago in the winter and that feeling still comes back from time to time when I’m driving in a heavy snow or heavy rain.
We haven’t had much snow yet, but I’ve been overwhelmed by deadlines, and plans, and pondering about my future. That seems to happen every year. I look back at all that I’ve done, and all the things that I meant to do, and either get really excited or really sad. I’m somewhere in between right now, and needed my space.
So I decided to look for a flight to Miami on Thursday night, found one and left this morning. This weekend will be spent doing nothing productive. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.