Vacation from Life

There is something so weird about taking a vacation from your life unexpectedly. There is an all bets are off, fly by the seat of your pants, throw caution to the wind, and 400 other cliches to describe my current situation. It is as if the world is going on without me and I am in some happy place, absent yet exempt from responsibility. Not that I at all endorse undergoing oral surgery to obtain a few minutes to one's self, it is nonetheless a great surprise. I have a schedule on my refrigerator and there is something so satisfying in not being in any of those places. It's funny because this break is something that I would not have done on my own, it was exactly what I needed to force myself to take a break from it all. My boyfriend and I were joking that I am the sort of person that would limp my way out the door to work or class if it were up to me. This inconvenience has been a break most needed and appreciated despite the over achiever in me screaming "think of everything you are missing" and "you are missing wayyy too much work, young lady"- yes, I do have a patronizing inner voice. Patronizing yet essential to my everyday existence in this crazy, over worked, over scheduled, underpaid situation I like to call my existence as a graduate student. 

P.S. As I was grabbing my computer to type up this bit of brilliant insight into life, I tripped on the wooden foot of my sofa and all of my toes went numb. Even though it hurt so bad, and I was really irritated, all I could do is hold my laptop for dear life and hop around the room laughing. Maybe another purpose of injuries is to remind myself that it is all not that serious.