I just took a little break from my life, so I know. Pausing the momentum of whatever you’re doing in life resets it, so you can start again. Start down the same path with new vigor, or change direction to begin a new phase. The pause in mental activity gives you a chance to re-evaluate the the way you’re living. My break was a week off, but a day or even two hours out can reveal a new perspective on your life. Taking your brain to another place for a while pays off, and it really doesn’t matter where you go. A picnic or movie, a concert or camping, hiking, zoo, day spa, Mexico, France, a Star Trek convention. Tastes vary, but the need for time off doesn’t.
The word “escape” doesn’t really seem fitting because the life we’re leading ideally is one we’ve chosen… on purpose. (I know, only in a perfect world, right?) We all have necessary periods in our lives to muddle through even in the good life. Work pressure, debt pressure, relationship pressure… health pressure… loneliness. Everyone has had everything at some point.
A maintenance level of escapes — nipping stress in the bud — keeps it from building up as much. Waiting until crisis time is crazy-making. It’s why the automatic getaway of sleep is so important. The trouble is anxiety prevent a good night’s sleep, so sometimes the only way to get a real break is to leave town — physically leaving responsibilities obligations pressures behind.
I had a wonderful friend once who moved to Hawaii. I so envied her at the time and was shocked when she said after two years there that she “couldn’t wait to get off this rock.” Wasn’t Hawaii the very definition of paradise? Apparently, all lives get stuck in the stress of sameness or pressure. No matter what the circumstance.
Some things aren’t burdens at all, but it’s a relief to leave them behind for a little while. Being a parent is awesome, but there are those times…. And you’re grateful for that job, but there are those times… The point is to minimize THOSE times by letting the steam out once in a while. Pets are good for this. Playing with your puppy demands that you think ONLY of that little fur ball.
Although I’m pretty much a homebody, there have been times when my husband and I actually shout in unison (with the windows closed!) as we drive out of town, “Adios, (expletive!).” It’s liberating to say it out loud and starts the getaway with laughter. And that’s important