Not only has it been ages since my last post, but my 7 week vacation is, in a way, finally over.
I’ve thought about it the last couple of days, thought about the work anxiety that usually comes even if you just have a weekend off, which is even heavier after a vacation period of a couple of weeks. So 7 weeks should be a reason for a major dose of anxiety, but no, not really.
I don’t read much and therefore don’t know the facts of how some things work, but I do think a lot and from time to time, I reinvent the wheel in some area, instead of taking the shortcut. After all, it isn’t just about the goal, it is even more about the journey, I’d say.
However, that time is a relative thing everyone knows. When it is you next doing an oral presentation in school or when you look forward to that vacation 5 weeks from now and time seem to craaaaawl by.
As far as this vacation goes, it doesn’t really feel like 7 weeks. I’ve tried to estimate how long it has felt, but I can’t. There were a lot fo plans and I was a bit worried the pace would be too high and the schedule to intense, but really, it wasn’t bad at all. Sure, things could have been done differently, probably better in some ways, but who cares really? It’s been a very good vacation with the first 5 (and a couple of days before mine started actually) with my dearest @pepperfairy pie, and then 2 weeks at home, mostly alone.
We have visited places (Gothenburg, Riga, Uppsala, Mannheim, Heidelberg, Helsinki) and met some of our best friends and eaten a lot of good food.
Yesterday I went to the first hockey game of the season. A worthy ending of this vacation, when Brynäs won their CHL game, 8-0.
I was hoping thinking about things would give me a better timeframe, but no, the time don’t seem to want to be estimated here. In a way it feels like it could have been years, in another like everything happened last week. Neither is right, so now when I’m heading back to work, it is kind of hard to feel 7 weeks of anxiety to be back, because in short, it has “just” been a wonderful time.
I’m a bit sad now when there’s only a couple of hours before it’s back to reality. But then again, I do like my job, as far as jobs go. Reality isn’t bad...
...but I would rather be a billionaire!