So we’re home now from our holiday. Boo! Why is it so hard to rejoin reality? Is it just because we allow ourselves to escape the humdrum of every day life, or is there more to it?
Is it a warning sign that there is something fundamentally wrong with some of the decision we’ve made in our life? A certain amount of holiday blues is normal, of course. But I know the difference. I’ve lived a passionless career. A life without meaning.
And I made a choice that it was no longer a way I wanted my life to go.
Did the Easter break give you time to reflect? Any revelations?