Life is way too stressful these days.
A few weeks ago, I was so stressed that I didn’t even realise I was stressed – I’d go to work on a Monday, fit errands and gym around work, and then suddenly it’d be Friday afternoon and I didn’t know how.
I needed a rest. I needed time away with my girlfriends. I needed a mini-break.My friends and I take weekend trips together a couple of times a year, and I live for them. Every time, I have a wonderful emotional journey, and then I return to work on the Monday bouncing with energy and clear-mindedness and annoying fun stories to make my colleagues jealous.
Here are the 11 emotional stages of a mini-break, based on my most recent trip of a lifetime to Yarra Valley and Dandenong Ranges.
Jealous much? You should be. Anyway…
In the week leading up to the mini-break, everything slows down by at least 50 per cent. I’ve told absolutely everyone in the office/houseshare/confectionery aisle of the supermarket that I am going away this weekend, just to see the spark of jealousy in their eyes. How is it only Tuesday?
It’s Friday morning and I’m going straight from work this afternoon. Clearly, I’m not going to be able to be productive today. Let me just respond to these four zillion emails and then I’ll look at more pictures of the cottage/spa retreat I’m going to.
It’s here. We’ve jumped in the car and we’re on our way, with only an hour until we get there. My friends and I are going on the most ridiculously amazing trip to the Yarra Valley and Dandenong Ranges, and I’m nervous. Why? Because I may actually explode with excitement.
It’s only the first morning and we’ve already achieved so much. Solved the world’s problems, eaten two wheels of cheese at a picturesque dairy, discussed our friends’ new boyfriends in extreme detail and drunk half a bottle of wine. I’m in shock by how far away I feel from work. The four zillion emails from yesterday feel like weeks ago. What deadline?
An afternoon cider and a decadent lunch, and we’ve accepted our fate for the weekend. We already have in-jokes that will probably give us fits of giggles for the rest of the trip. We are surrounded by the most picturesque countryside and we’ve been chatting to the locals about important things like red wine and the best place to get a massage tomorrow. Sigh.