Spring break officially starts today.
Spring break. Three weeks ago it couldn’t get here fast enough. Plans reviewed. Trips considered. To-do lists.
Three weeks ago, we said things like “The kids are done.” “We all just need a little time away from each other.” “I cannot wait for break!”
Who knew what a difference three weeks would make?
This break is going to be a lot different than I planned. No trips to NYC to visit with my youngest. And unless things change, not even a trip to SC to visit with my parents. No hanging out by the fire pit with my neighbors. No parking my carcass on the beach with a cooler, a sandwich and an amazing book.
Who knew that spring break would be a break from all expectations? A break from familiarity? A break from people I want to be with and places I want to go?
I’ve got a lot of free time on my hands. Two and a half weeks to be exact. The weather is getting warmer. The sun is shining. I’ve got no place to go and all night to get there.
I’ve made a decision. I’m going to treat this break as an opportunity. There will be time for amazing books. I’ll just be reading them in my backyard. Gardening and working in the yard will take the place of the beach.
The trips will have to take place in my car, destinationless, fully focused on the journey because when the journey ends, it will end at home.
This break will be spent looking inside for satisfaction and for purpose. Not outside myself. There will be no validation from others. Just my own.
I’m going to spend this break getting to know me. The real me. The me without an agenda. The me without expectation. The me that is not trying to please others or fix things that aren’t mine to fix.
Maybe this is exactly the break I need.
How about you? In this unprecedented time, what are you doing for you? Are there opportunities you can find by reframing? By putting aside your expectations and creating space for your own needs?
C’mon. Join me on the field and let’s win this one! I’ve got my mitt ready and am looking out for whatever the world throws at me. Maybe I’ll keep it. Maybe I’ll throw it back. My break. My choice. My life. Yours too. What will you do with it?