Wednesday, July 18, 2012
I spent the day after surgery (our departure day) out of it or what I lovingly refer to as “still under anesthesia.” We continued with our original plan of departure and instead of orchestrating every hour, every turn, or pit stop, I slept. I took a vacation from my role as planner, director, and controller and became a participant. My husband drove with intent to get as far as he could which meant no actual destination in site and no hotel reservation. Instead of my typical protest or last minute web surfing or reservation making, I slept. When we finally reached our final destination where we were greeted by loving friends whom we shared the vacation week with, I silently stood by as our car was unpacked and our children were cared for and dinner was planned.
Several days into our trip I sat in a comfy chair in my pajamas and drank my second and then third uninterrupted cup of coffee. I watched my children play and I watched the beautiful ocean scenery outside our window and then I had an epiphany. I was relaxed and the trip was going great even though it wasn’t exactly what I planned. It was almost noon and we weren’t dressed and I didn’t care and it didn’t matter. We didn’t have a plan for the day and we weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere and it was glorious. My vacation was exactly what the dictionary defined, an intermission. It was about more than getting a suntan, building a sandcastle, or eating fresh seafood. My vacation was not only a respite from work; it was a break from my normal roles, duties, and routine. I call it Divine Intervention because I physically needed a break. Having emergency surgery gave me no choice but to step out of my comfort zone. I was forced to let someone else take control and plan. I was also forced to rest and relax.
Mindy Seals works in the information technology division at Texas Health Resources and is balancing work, married life and raising two kids.