So I was wrong. Inner peace doesn't lie within....it's all about lying on a beach and a yoga mat, plenty of wine, plenty of childcare and the odd spin on a boat.
Just come back from Club Galini on Greek Island Leftkas and I really did feel incredibly peaceful (with an odd hungover moment).
Was it the wine? Was it the yoga? For me, it's leaving behind my list of 'shoulds'. Working from home always feels ideal - with that dream commute from bed to office on on our top floor of the house. However, when you work from home, there is always the opportunity to work. I love my work but it's still work.
Going away without laptap, mobile phone and any access to email gave me a complete break. I had whole afternoons to moodle around, pick pebbles from the beach, drink a glass of wine or two. I can see why there are so many 'pack up and live in the sun' tv programmes jamming our airwaves. However, despite the blue sea, gorgeous people and outdoor lifestyle - I don't want to pack up and live in Greece.
What I need to do is try and tempt my holiday self to come and live in my house.
My holiday self is relaxed, doesn't feel the need to do/do/do, can wander, snooze, pebble collect and have a crafty glass of wine in the afternoon.
I can feel my inner pessimist crossing his arms and snorting as I write. "Er, have you seen what you've got to do this summer?" he rants. "Get back to that desk."
With my inner pessimist running my home and office, it's always difficult to sneak a new girl in. And my holiday self definitely won't want to stay with the old inner pessimist in charge.
If I let my holiday self run my company and my life this summer- what would happen? My fear is that nothing would happen.
The question is - do I dare to find out?
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