Oct 29 2008
I Need A Vacation
I just spent the weekend in sunny Huntington Beach, CA. I look out the window of my hotel and I see beach. The beautiful ocean waves keep rolling onto the shore. Sunday afternoon found the water populated with surfers trying to catch a good wave and the land overflowed with athletically inclined folks coaxing a little white ball back and forth over a net.
On paper it seems the stuff of dreams, but in reality it was not as relaxing as it may seem. Why? I suppose it is because each minute required me to be “on”. My client was always just a few steps away. . . needing attention. Peering into my eyes trying to detect even the smallest hint of unrest. The only escape was during the times I could escape to my room and plead exhaustion due to a stubborn body that refused to give up its hold to the East Coast timezone. So at times it seemed I was a prisoner in paradise.
