I’m going on a seven week trip abroad on the 9th of May. Apart from the obvious benefits of an overseas holiday (adventure, wonder, cuisine, recharging of one’s batteries, finding oneself whilst sitting on a remote mountain cliff in Nepal surrounded by the distant chanting of monks etc), I’ve discovered another excellent benefit of going on fairly prolonged leave from normal life: escapism.
Readers, I don’t mean that lovely feeling of leaving all you worries behind as soon as you board the plane. I mean the exquisite avoidance of real life problems in the weeks and, if you’ve mastered the art, even months leading up to departure day. I have discovered the secret to evasion and detachment. Start planning a holiday months in advance, and then do all you can to focus on the departure day like nothing else matters.
My new mantra: Nothing can stick to me, because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can put up with the pile of bullshit that constitutes my job, because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can indulge in lust and debauchery with an extremely sexy man who is completely exciting but not at all relationship material because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can eat whatever the hell I want and slack off my on my usually anal exercise regime, because what’s the difference? I’m going away on the 9th of May.
Upon returning, all these life issues on which you once placed so much emphasis will have dissipated into mere tedium, because 7 weeks away means the beginning of a new focus; a new outlook; a new life. You can face anything and everything after 7 weeks of different languages, cultures and experiences. A new perspective is discovered.
The 9th of May
Posted by Miss Sass in Social Commentary on April 5th, 2009
I’m going on a seven week trip abroad on the 9th of May. Apart from the obvious benefits of an overseas holiday (adventure, wonder, cuisine, recharging of one’s batteries, finding oneself whilst sitting on a remote mountain cliff in Nepal surrounded by the distant chanting of monks etc), I’ve discovered another excellent benefit of going on fairly prolonged leave from normal life: escapism.
Readers, I don’t mean that lovely feeling of leaving all you worries behind as soon as you board the plane. I mean the exquisite avoidance of real life problems in the weeks and, if you’ve mastered the art, even months leading up to departure day. I have discovered the secret to evasion and detachment. Start planning a holiday months in advance, and then do all you can to focus on the departure day like nothing else matters.
My new mantra: Nothing can stick to me, because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can put up with the pile of bullshit that constitutes my job, because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can indulge in lust and debauchery with an extremely sexy man who is completely exciting but not at all relationship material because I’m going away on the 9th of May.
I can eat whatever the hell I want and slack off my on my usually anal exercise regime, because what’s the difference? I’m going away on the 9th of May.
Upon returning, all these life issues on which you once placed so much emphasis will have dissipated into mere tedium, because 7 weeks away means the beginning of a new focus; a new outlook; a new life. You can face anything and everything after 7 weeks of different languages, cultures and experiences. A new perspective is discovered.
Try it for yourself today.
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