I (Kind of) Wish I Was Still On Vacation

Last week, my wife and I took a vacation in Turks and Caicos—a beach trip I haven’t exactly been known to relish throughout my life. As you may imagine, my typical chosen getaway involves seeking out grand sights, exploring new worlds and fulfilling long-standing dreams; in Turks and Caicos, though, there is little to do but eat, drink, swim, sun and sleep.

And it was glorious.

For four days, we lounged on the beach or in the pool and simply relaxed. We slept under umbrellas, floated blissfully over white sand, swam with fishes around the barrier reef, marveled at the utter emptiness of one of the deepest sections of the Atlantic, reveled in happy hour two-for-one specials, delighted in conch fritters and other local delicacies, and simply enjoyed each other’s company.

There was no work to be done. There was no work that could be done. Vacationing on Turks and Caicos forced upon us utter separation from our normal lives (though, admittedly, the island’s spotty WiFi allowed for a few sporadic updates to Instagram and Facebook).

Now that we’re back, I feel invigorated. I hold an unbridled level of creative energy unlike any I’ve had in… well, I’m not entirely sure how long. I’m refocused, uninhibited and bursting with new ideas. It’s time to get to work.