Monday dawned hot in our part of Mexico, but I still wanted to walk on the beach before I flew back to Philly, and keeping my feet in the water made the heat better. As for the view (see photo)? Not bad at all.
This was a chill long weekend. My husband was in Mexico on business, and I tagged along. He had to do work stuff. I did not. The kids were back at home. So I engaged in a rather rigorous schedule of leisure activities. On Saturday, my day included breakfast, a massage, lunch, a dip in the pool, a nap, a walk on the beach, dinner and dancing. On Sunday, my even more rigorous schedule included breakfast, floating in the pool, lunch, a bike ride through some mangroves, another nap, a quick beach trip (before a sudden downpour) and another dinner.
Quite a feat to get that all in, really. Consequently, I didn’t even attempt to read the book I brought. I only read mindless stuff like the hotel’s magazine. Sometimes thinking is over-rated.
What’s interesting in all this is I’ve had a story going in my mind lately that I want more “fun” in my life, defined as kid-free leisure time. It’s not a bad thing to want. I have some ideas for how I can make that happen (and how others can make it happen too!)
However, it would be silly to think that I don’t have reasonable chunks now. A whole long weekend in Mexico constitutes many hours. And regular readers will recall my kid-free trip to Napa and Sonoma a mere month ago. While 168 hours — a week — is usually the cycle in which we live our lives, looking at several weeks at a time can sometimes give a better perspective. I haven’t managed to make much progress on using those silent auction spa certificates during my normal day-to-day life. But taking a vacation a month is hardly nothing. It counts too.
What does leisure time usually look like in your life?