I Think I Need a Beach… Immediately

This morning I had a sudden, overwhelming urge to be on a beach. Not a casual “that would be nice” thought.

Like an absolute need. Sun on my face, drink in my hand, no emails, no meetings, no responsibilities. Just existing.

Maybe it was because I was sitting on a training call and my mind decided it had simply had enough. Maybe it was the recent rotation of Bad Bunny and Karol G that fully transported me somewhere tropical.

Or maybe it is because we are four months into the year… and I have not been on a single trip.

For a Sagittarius, that feels illegal.

This is very unlike me. Usually by now I have been on at least one plane, gone somewhere new, done something that breaks up the routine... But this year is a little different. PTO is tight for both me and my hubby.

Corporate America strikes again, limiting our freedom for fun.

So instead, I am counting down... At the end of May, I am finally going somewhere. I am meeting my husband in New York City while he is there for a conference, and we are squeezing in as much as humanly possible in one weekend. You might ask: didnt you go to New York City last year? The answer is yes, but that city is HUGE and it needs multiple trips to see it all.

So this time around, we have a date with the New York Yankees one night. I am aggressively trying to secure a reservation at 4 Charles Prime Rib, which, if you know, you know. Calendar reminders are set. Determination is high. If you have tips, I am listening. And then museums. Finally crossing a few off my list.

It is a quick trip, but it is packed. Because if you know me, you know I do not “relax” on vacation. I maximize it. I want to see everything, eat everything, experience everything.

The actual “lay on a beach and do nothing” energy? I am saving that for July.... We have a family trip planned to Croatia, where I am fully intending to live out this beach fantasy.

Assuming, of course, the world is still standing by then. Kidding. Kind of...

But really, this is your reminder. Use your PTO.

Take the trip. Book the flight. Go somewhere that makes you feel like yourself again outside of your routine.

And if you are not going to use your days… feel free to pass them my way. I will happily go on the adventure for both of us.

Born to roam, forced to request PTO,

-CC