“Um, are you going to move forward or what?” he emoted… coolness and loathing radiating through his plaid shirt.
“Just a second,” I replied…in a voice that can only be described as my mother’s “teacher tone.” I needed him to seriously back up outta my grill and give me some flippin' space.
I’m not sure what he was rushing around for in the first place. I mean I’m totally sure they were going to let him bypass the body-scanner…since his skinny jeans left nothing to the imagination, let alone any room to hide airplane contraband.
In my defense, there was a guy in front of me who was moving pretty darn slow, and I didn’t feel like rushing him. I figured we could all just take it easy…those conveyor belts only move so fast, as it is.
Nine days ago, I would likely have been annoyed by the slow guy as well. I mean we all know the drill, right? Take off all your clothes and empty your bag of all the carefully packed items. It’s not like it’s difficult.
But I’m on my way home from the best dissertation vacation a girl could ever imagine. I can feel that sublime glow of complete relaxation emanating from my soul. I’m grinning like a fool. I am striding forward with the confidence born of accomplishment.
|When you're down by 15, why not?|
Why so Zen, you ask?
I've spent the better part of the last nine days completely luxuriating in what can only be described as a deluge of "Me Time." No one has needed me or asked me to do anything. I haven't had to be responsible for anything...I've barely even had to be responsible for myself. I haven't had to grocery shop or meal-plan or cook. I haven't had to clean or do laundry. I haven’t had to drive or plan or think about anything other than my dissertation. I haven't even had to feign interest in anyone or anything by which I was not genuinely intrigued. It has been gluttonous. Absolutely, ridiculously, obnoxiously, delightfully gluttonous.
I honestly can’t remember the last time life felt this serene.
|Stole this photo from here...|
Seriously, I needed to get away. I needed to be away from disappointment and tedium. I needed to focus on nothing but my dissertation. I needed permission to be selfish.
So I headed to the Pacific Northwest, imposed myself upon one of my oldest and most beloved friends (and her fantastic family), and wallowed in the decadence of space…physical, mental and emotional space.
Nine days of space. Just for me.
|Best spot ever.|
At least between 6:00 a.m. and 6:00 p.m.
One night there was even a bounding, bouncing boat ride to and from a concert in the Gig Harbor town park, right next to the marina. Sing-along songs filled the air, adult beverages flowed freely and the sunset painted the sky with breath-taking artistry. Salt water from the Sound misted our faces on the way home. The waves looked like they were carved from obsidian. There wasn’t another boat around for what seemed like miles. Nautical or otherwise.
|Now this is the kind of space I’m talkin’ about.|
|Did I mention gluttony?|
No, no…nothing self-serving about any of that, right?
The monitor in the seat-back in front of me tells me that we’re just south of Aberdeen, South Dakota. I have about 40 minutes left of my vacation…about 40 minutes left of my space.
Time to power down the laptop and enjoy the view.
When the wheels of the plane touch down, it’s back to reality.
I am completely ready.
|All my love and appreciation to the warm, wonderful Shaw family. What would I do without you? Especially my dearest DeeBott! There aren't enough words in the world to express my gratitude. :)|