Like most profound moments in my life today, this one began whilst drenched in sweat, huddled over the 6’x2’ space that is my yoga mat. Undoubtedly emerging between a sandwich of self-deprecating internal dialogue, the thought took an insidious grip on my consciousness and refused to let go. Perhaps it occurred to me because I was in a room full of young, beautiful women wearing skin-tight ‘yoga suits.’ Perhaps it derived from my brain’s refusal to acknowledge any real desire to be in that space. Either way, I started thinking about spring break.
Immediately, my mind was flooded with images of whipped cream bikinis and…well, whipped cream bikinis. Chalk it up to too many restless afternoons watching MTV in the early 2000s, but my perception of spring break, up until I actually had one of my own, was largely based upon these tequila fueled Cancun horrors. I can’t explain why my mind went to such an extreme. I think it was largely due to the fact that I realized that the spring break I am currently celebrating has hardly been exciting enough to air on a network like C-SPAN.
A few captivating moments include:
-Cleaning my room….while simultaneously doing laundry
-An early morning viewing of The Fighter, with raucous ‘youtube’ interludes
-(Not) Enjoying my first ever whey protein shake
Riveting stuff, huh?
Now, I don’t go to a typical four-year university that completely shuts down and boots all of its students off campus for a quarter century every time they go on break. But, I do take classes at a local commuter college, where we are graciously given a one-week hiatus from our studies. I don’t know how many of my fellow students, if any, made plans to visit their favorite destination in the tropics this week, but I am stuck here in sunny St. Paul! For any one out there who may not be familiar with the climate in the Twin Cities at this time of year, just think of Seattle, drenched in your favorite 7-Eleven Slurpee.
It wasn’t until I got home (well removed from the distractions, both internal and external, of the yoga studio) and had time to process these thoughts that I came to a stark realization. This has probably been the best spring break I have ever experienced! So what if I’m not be strutting my stuff on a Bacardi covered runway in Acapulco. I never would have enjoyed that anyway (I was always more of a whisky drinker)! What I have learned about myself this week has been far more valuable than past trips to South Carolina or Turks and Caicos. The truth is, I need time like this to let myself catch up with the life that I am living.
I live in a world of two jobs, three classes, and new adventures with a girlfriend that I have grown to like quite a bit. In order to a) show up and b) enjoy these people and places, nothing is more valuable than time itself. It’s all a matter of perception, and this perception can be quite skewed when life seems to be moving faster than my feeble consciousness can follow.
So take that MTV spring break, I’m off to the library to do some light reading. Yeah, that’s right, I said it…THE LIBRARY!