Maui ruined me.
Ever since I returned from my Hawaiian vacation, I haven't been able to get back in the groove of corporate life.
The get up, drive to work, be at work, pick up food, drive home, eat, sleep, repeat lacks the put-up-with-it-ness that it had before my romp with sea turtles and conversation with the banyan tree.
So that's what today was all about. I wish I'd just get over it. I wish I had a life that didn't have this ache.
And the worst part?
My job is fine.
What's my problem?
I could say that I just need a vacation, but the last vacation resulted in an unbearable state of being that I thought I'd shake after week one and certainly by week two. But it's been a few months and it's still here.
What's a girl to do?
Get up and go to work. Look at my bank balance to remember that the checks clear. Remind myself that it's a good gig. Put it out of my mind as best I can. Grin and bear it. Tell myself that it could be worse.
And try to forget that it could be so much better.