Lessons learned this month: The Back to Work Post Vacation Syndrome…

Being back to work is a difficult task to accomplish.

I am privileged. I live next to the beach and that has many objective benefits… and so my family sees it too and chooses my house to crash on holidays.

During 2 or 3 months I’m blessed with the joy of long dinners and good gleeful talks.

They wait, almost in a mystic way, for 11 months for that 1-month of freedom and happy days.

Sometimes, not rather, I listen to one of them saying: “Damn, it was a hard year, what a sacrifice! But now I’m really enjoying my time! That’s life!”

Does that make any sense?

Sacrifice your life for 11 months in change of a month, one and only, when you can really say: “Now it feels so good to be alive!”

It’s like desiring Friday so much… almost like a prize for 5 days working and then comes the ‘Sunday blues’ but deeper, more intense and longer lasting feeling.

Does it have to be like this? Really?

And what if every day feels like a great day? What if you didn’t hate your job?

If you did, in fact, enjoy it? And do you know what is even better: being in love with what you do.

I’m not saying that every single second of your time will be a massive blast of bliss.

Sometimes there are things that are more enjoyable than others. It’s ok. Do it anyway. When you’re on vacations there also some things you like better than others. And those who spent holidays with the in laws will recognize the pattern here! J

But it still feels Ok, we’re on our ‘freedom time’ enjoying life.

And if I tell you this:

I know more than one person who feels like their life is like vacations all year long.

What do you think about that? And if it is possible, why don’t we all enjoy our 12 months of fulfillment?

Break the habit, the status quo, who’s controlling your life if not you? Think about that.

And well I’m not “back to work”… I’m still on my vacations time. I see my life as a whole and that’s the life I’m living.