My friend at work was commenting on how lucky I was because I went on so many holidays. I head to Melbourne in two days, I’ll be in New Zealand in two weeks, and in a month I’m going to the Great Barrier Reef. Not to mention that I was just in Sydney and have had guests at my apartment who are themselves on holiday. I have been contemplating why all this doesn’t really excite me. Generally, when I have a vacation (or “holiday”) coming up I am excited. I count down the days until I go, think about it a lot beforehand, and generally can’t wait. Here, it’s just something on my calendar that I need to remember to do! Why the difference?
I think I figured it out: my entire life is a holiday. My first week here I contemplated making a daily schedule of sorts for myself, so I could ensure that I went running, read my scriptures, and went to work. But then I altered my mind frame and realized a far superior way to view my summer in Australia: a 3-month holiday*. Perhaps this new mindset cost a lot more and resulted in too much junk food and too little running. But it has allowed me to learn how to relax (I am surprisingly incapable of doing so) and get a lot of sleep.
Law school is going to be a rude awakening.
*for those of you who are thinking “does she even go to work?” – yes, I put in my 40/hrs a week. But honestly, that isn’t much time and I don’t have anything else to do – no socialness to take up my time, no law school to obsess me. Thus, a holiday!
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