Thursday, September 20, 2012

I was befuddled a couple of months ago when I had a visitor in from out of town who was so so sad when it was time to go home. 

This particular visitor lives life like a lot of people do: it's boring old working way too hard at work then going somewhere totally different from work during vacation, having the best time ever and getting all blue when it's time to come back to the boring old working too hard stuff.

I can speak honestly as someone who is actually on vacation in a beautiful place right now: I am  excited to go home. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a great time, I am SO grateful to be here---except for a little jet-lag everything is perfetto, magnifico, ciao bella, va bene. I am also so grateful to have constructed a regular old everyday life that I love in a beautiful place, just as beautiful as these great places I've been. That one blonde guy with the airline and the record company, Richard Branson says it well, "I don't think of work as work and play as play, it's all living."




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