the Eve of Vacation

All rants and tangents, all fusses and fumes are put aside. Today is magical. It is the eve of vacation, the day before the ship sails, the last day in the office. Already the ship's horn is blowing announcing our departure. I can see the last few frantic preparations underway. Bags are already in the stateroom, waiting for the adventure to begin. 

If you can recall the feverish anticipation of a Christmas morning from your childhood, let me share another perfect moment with you. It's like this...

You wake up to sunshine streaming in your cabin window. You dress quickly and go up top where gentlemen in crisp white uniforms are filling steam tables with breakfast. You pour a cup of fresh coffee and step out onto the deck, carrying your mug to the rail. You watch the ship's frothy wake painting a turquoise stripe across a quiet ocean. And then, it dawns on you. Here is a day..no, a week...that is all your own. Freed from obligations and duties, you have no one to answer to and nothing to do. An empty list. Best of all, the next six days stretch out before you like an empty canvas, ready to be filled with whatever takes your fancy. It's almost paralyzing this freedom, filled as it is with unlimited possibilities and unrealized potential. 

I'm already there. I just wish you could come too.