Have you ever staycationed?
i.e., Was there a time when you didn’t have the resources to travel, so you turned your own home and hometown into a vacation paradise instead?
I’ve never consciously staycationed before. I’ve certainly participated in staycation-like activities, but I’ve never blocked a chunk of vacation time on the calendar and then staycated.
I wax poetically on vacations and staycations in the July chapter of my book, The Late Bloomer’s Almanac: Cultivating Mind, Body and Soul Throughout the Year.
Check out the first page of the chapter.
I continue on the next page with this:
“Most of the world vacations in July. Vacations aren’t optional. They are necessary for good health. Why do you think companies pay their employees to take vacations? Because happy employees = healthy employees.
Smart entrepreneurs pay themselves to vacation as well.”
Oops. Normally, I am a woman who practices what she preaches. Except for this July.
I thought about crashing my uncle’s beach house pad in Hampton Bays, NY, but I’ve been nursing a very sick little doggie. I can’t leave her. End of discussion.
“You don’t need to vacate your hometown to take a breather and expand your horizons. Research staycations on the Internet. Use your imagination to turn your home into a Resort of Relaxation.”
Wow. I’m an insistent little bugger, aren’t I?
I mean, cut me some slack here, me! I took a few days off in May. And I took almost two weeks off in December!
Sure, I am completely and utterly exhausted. But I don’t have time to rest this July! Who has time for freedom when you’re launching e-courses in the fall! Haven’t you ever heard that there is no rest for the weary???
And then Life Happened. While I was making other plans. As it always does.
It was a glorious morning.
The dawn’s early light danced through the windows. The desert birds sang their merry wee tunes. A cool summer breeze wafted through the mesquite trees.
Feeling quite in love with life, I sauntered to my desk with MacBook Pro in hand. For the first time ever, my MacBook gently slipped from my grasp. I gracefully saved it with my thigh. Whew!
My MacBook then proceeded to slide down my thigh in seemingly slow motion until… *lightest of bumps*… it barely kissed the carpet with its short side. I rescued it from a total wipeout. Whew again!
No. You are not seeing things. This is what happens when you barely drop a MacBook Pro. What was once white is now yellow.
May we please take a moment of silence, followed by a brief musical interlude, in homage to my beloved MacBook Pro.
You know what’s coming, right?
My beloved MacBook must leave me for the Apple Hospital. Her expected stay is 3-5 business days.
Whilst receiving this prognosis at the Genius Bar, I asked my Genius if I could secure a loaner laptop.
Could they fix it in-store?
My Genius asked me if I needed my MacBook for work.
That’s when it hit me. My Never-Ending To Do Lists flashed before my eyes, and I promptly fainted. The Geniuses gathered round and gave me mouth to mouth to resuscitate me.
That last dramatic detail is obviously made up. But when you’re a solopreneur and you’re told that you’re not going to have access to your lifeline for an entire week, you feel as though you’ve just lost a limb, which would surely make you pass out.
I momentarily entertained the idea of freaking out right then and there, but those Geniuses are sooooo nice and sooooo chillaxed. They rubbed off on me. Namaste, Geniuses.
I calmly informed my Genius that I would return on Sunday to admit my precious MacBook into the Apple Hospital. In the meantime, I’d get as much work done as possible by hooking up my laptop to my monitor for a yellow-free experience.
As soon as I returned home, I shouted an SOS in the Facebook forum of World’s Best Collaborative Workspace. In a heartbeat, a kind and generous colleague came to my rescue with a spare laptop. I’d be able to continue work as planned.
In the next heartbeat, a fantasy corrupted me. This was by far the most titillating fantasy that I dreamed up in months. The excitement consumed me.
Yes, my fantasy was that HOT.
Would you like a little sneak peek into my fantasy? Hmmm???
O.k. I will tell you. Come closer.
I fantasized about an impromptu staycation. A week of unplugged-ness. A week of doing nothing that resembled work.
Sure, my work is my passion. Statistically speaking, only 13% of workers around the world enjoy their jobs. I am part of the coveted minority! Yay!
And since I love my work to the moon and back, I tend to think about it A LOT.
Kind of like when you first meet someone that makes you all gooey inside, and you just can’t stop thinking about HIM. (Or HER.) You lose sleep, drop weight, and forget to call your mother for three weeks. Let’s face it, you are obsessed.
But space and alone time are all healthy practices in love and in work, my friends.
Starting Monday, July 28th, I am going on Staycation.
I am taking my own bloody advice. I am unplugging from all electronic devices.
I am breathless in anticipation.
In addition to all of this improvised fun, I am attending Music Camp.
At Casa de Michelle.
Have you ever heard of it? It’s soon to be world-famous.
I can’t remember the last time I picked up my guitar and strummed it. It may have been a year ago last June when a tall handsome physicist by day/musician by night played with me in my kitchen.
Played guitar, that is.
It’s about time that I circle back to my musical roots. I’m on a timeline, after all.
I have a dream of moonlighting as a jazz singer when I turn 50. I envision myself crooning sultry standards in a slinky red dress while strewn across a black baby grand piano.
Granted, I have 5 years and 1.6 months to prepare for my Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys fantasy, but still. The last time I sang (in earnest) was June 2013 with the aforementioned Renaissance Dude. Time is a tickin’. I promise to play and sing each day during my staycation.
I don’t know exactly when my MacBook will be discharged from the Apple Hospital, but I hope to see you again on Monday, August 4th.
In the meantime, my stellar virtual assistants aka Mom and Sis will be manning (or is it womanning?) The Late Bloomer Revolution Facebook Page whilst I am away.
I have politely asked them to behave themselves. My mother has a long history of booby trapping the homes of vacationing friends. She even roped me and my sister in on her shenanigans when we were kids.
Should my mother and/or sister misbehave, please contact me immediately via email, contact form or phone. (I’m serious.) Thank you in advance for watching out for me.
This is going to be The Greatest Staycation Ever.
Till we meet again…
Have you ever staycationed? Please share your best staycation tips and ideas in the comments section below!