I don’t often take vacations. The kind of work that I do and the kind of life that I live just does not afford me that kind of luxury.
Of course, one could argue that, given how flexible and balanced my life already is, I might not really need a vacation.
Well, there is some merit to that premise, but there are several more details to consider.
Firstly, balanced may be a term you can use to describe my work schedule now, but that was far from true till the last summer.
Secondly, no matter how much you love something, fatigue does eventually set in. Taking no real breaks for a span of four years can be strenuous for even the most tenacious of us.
So, when I hurt my knee while playing basketball last week—a severe strain to the lateral ligaments—and the orthopaedist asked me to rest, I decided to take a break from work as well. Just take a week to relax…
Seeing how I tend to overwork throughout the monsoon, as there is little else to do, the timing could not have been better.
It is still a forced vacation, as each one I take tends to be, but it has been quite fun nonetheless.
I finally got to take my old PlayStation out of its box; the first time in several months. As it would turn out, NFS Most Wanted is still as fun as it was almost a decade ago, though the races somehow seems slightly more difficult than I can remember. Also, the way my shoulders and lower back start aching after just a couple of hours is an entirely new experience.
I often draw some flak for calling myself old, but the truth is, I do feel older. Things do change, as we grow older, and we often do not realise just how much.
One of the things I have noticed is that people seem to stop doing what they used to love doing as kids. I cannot think of any reasonable explanations for it, to be honest. Excuses, perhaps, but no explanations.
If you stop having fun, what is even the point of being alive, right? If you know something is fun, why postpone doing it? It is not like we have forever to wait…
So, this week, I plan to have some fun. Perhaps a little extra, just to compensate for the entire year.
Replaying NFS was fun, but now my thumbs feel weird, so I have to stop. Perhaps I will rewatch an old movie I love. Or perhaps I shall reread an old Agatha Christie that I have not touched for a few years.
There is just a different pleasure to redoing things you love, right?
My room is cosy and my heart is happy. This is going to be a good week.