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Man, Do I Need This Vacation! For a sex writer, when you are so tired the last thing you want to do has anything to do with sex, it is definitely time to take a break...even from life in general.
For two days I am catching up on all the things I have had to let fall behind for the last four months...dentist, get the car its 60,000 mile check up, pick up a manuscript, sort the laundry...you get the idea. Things have got so bad the last month that the laundry has got done, but never put away beyond the basket in the corner of the bedroom. It is definitely time for that vacation I was supposed to take in June. Needless to say, the creative muse has had her vacation not even to mention the thought of sex or the thought of writing about Olympian sex feats has been beyond the pale.
Monday and Tuesday are the catch-up days. It is almost 2,000 miles beyond time for an oil change...I not sure whether for me or the car...and it's not quite time for the major diagnostics...again not sure whether for me or the car. But that is done on Tuesday. The body gets its alignment on Monday. Come Wednesday morning I am not moving from the comforts of the sleeping space until my body tells me it's time. The brain goes on hold. Well, as much as it can, and is given free permission to roam the depths of the libido. I have laid in a supply of chocolates. I have laid in a supply of books. I am not moving from my cozy cocoon for 5 (count them) whole days. Nobody gets any time from me except me. If you have a problem, call me the day after Labor Day. Until then it is my turn to call you...or not, as the case may be. How do I know it is time for this vacation from life? Let me count the ways. I have headed for bed in the flannels for the last three weeks. My normal, cheerful, nothing-bothers-me self has become a raging harridan. My mouth functions before my brain does. And the thought of sitting down to write has thrown me into paroxysms of panic. I have a story all ready laid out. I have had it ready to write for over a month. My friend keeps asking me if I have finished it, ... yet? And I have been unable to complete it. The problem with most of us is we don't make time for ourselves. I'm a guilty as the rest. With children, spouses, friends, jobs, homes, and all that have claims on our time, taking care of ourselves is very often the last item on our list. If we could only convince ourselves that a mini-vacation on a regular basis we would be much better off on a daily basis. This could be as simple as stepping into the bathtub and letting soothing bubbles wash away the day's tensions. For others of us it might be a hard and fast rule that we are left alone with our book for an hour or two each evening. For my friend that time for herself is her manicure. For another it is taking a couple of hours to window shop at the mall without kids. Turn off the cell phone, don't feel guilty about it, and make time for us. When we are more relaxed and refreshed, we really can perform our other daily duties much better. Yes, it is time for that vacation. When I return to the land of the living I expect to be my normal, sadistic, sarcastic self. Until then, don't call me, I'll call you...except for one or two people.
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