I’ve never liked long vacations or breaks.

When I was younger, summer vacations in the Philippines stretched forever especially when you were a loner like I was. I kept to myself at home, reading and daydreaming. I would spend the summer mentally reviewing the things I wanted to change or improve about myself. I only looked forward to the start of school to determine if I would succeed. A few things worked - write competitively (I won a couple of national writing competitions); a lot didn’t -learn French, put on some muscles, improve your singing voice (!!!).

But I didn’t stop (finally put on some weight and muscles later) nor felt that what I was doing was a chore or an impossibility. It doesn’t take a lot to relax - I don’t have kids or responsibilities - and most of the time, I would normally just take a good day (a Saturday) to get everything calm and sorted (and even then, I would be doing chores because a clean and organised home is relaxing).

Not judging but people often joke that they’d spent their break just sitting on their ass and well, it looks like they did.

Life is too short to just sit on your ass right??