We totally love our boyfriends/husbands/girlfriends (most of the time, at least), so we hate it when they have to go out of town, whether it’s for work or vacation. However, taking a little space from your significant other isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it gives us a chance to catch up on being ourselves and doing all of our weird female crap that we can’t do in front of our better-halves.
Here’s another reason why being an adult f**king sucks. We still love everything about music festivals – the music, the dancing, the booze, the parties – but we no longer have the stamina or the cool factor of our uber-hip-Instafabulous-20-something counterparts.
Coachella may have ended months ago, but don’t hang up your flower crowns and Indian headdresses quite yet! Even though that disaster in the desert is over, festival season is still in very much in full swing with different events happening just about every weekend through the end of the year.
Vacations are time for relaxing at the beach or exploring a new city. They’re also a time for drinking like a fish and eating rich, decadent food that we wouldn’t normally eat at home.
Staying healthy on a trip can be difficult because vacation food is so damn tasty, and traveling can interfere with our daily routines, including our workout and healthy eating habits. Some are of the mindset that vacations are just a bunch of cheat days strung together in a row, which is perfectly fine. But for me, I try to maintain some semblance of a balance between eating all of that delicious food and trying to stay healthy.
We just arrived in Maui for our annual pilgrimage, and it got me thinking about how different my traveling experience has been over the last few years compared to what it was when I was in my 20’s. Here are some of the ways travel has improved for me over the last decade:
Pack all the things!
I used to be all about packing light when I was younger. It was so easy to throw a bunch of crap in a bag, sling it over my shoulder, and hop on a plane.
At some point in our lives, many of us will feel like we are stuck in a dead-end job. Maybe it’s because we don’t feel challenged or fulfilled, our coworkers keep eating our lunches out of the refrigerator (I’m looking at you, RITA), our boss is a raging psychopath, and/or anything in between.
One of the shittiest things about feeling unsatisfied with our job is feeling like we’re wasting each day without making any progress toward our goal of switching companies or even transitioning careers. But making major career changes often involves a lot of waiting. Waiting for a position to open at that awesome company you’re dying to work for. Waiting until you finish a big project for your boss. Waiting until your personal life becomes less hectic before potentially throwing your professional life into upheaval. Life-changing career moves are all about timing, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be productive in the interim.
There are probably a hundred reasons why dating in your 30’s is so much better/easier/more fun than dating in your 20’s (and if any 20-something ladies are reading this, trust me when I say that dating will get easier as you get older), but this is a blog post and not a novel, so let’s just start with the big ones:
Confidence is Key
During my 20’s, I was still trying to figure out who I was and what was important to me. Back then, I still harbored fantasies of becoming Susie Homemaker. I wanted to be the perfect, cheerful, bubbly career woman, wife and mother. The woman who always had enough hours in the day to do it all with style and grace, and still look like a million bucks.
Since I work as an attorney by day, it’s hard to get much time off to travel to all of the places I want to see. So instead of globetrotting for half the year like I would prefer, I usually take one or two big trips a year, and then try to fit in as many weekend trips as possible. For this past long 4th of July weekend, we went somewhere we have wanted to visit for quite some time: Carmel-by-the-Sea.
Work has been so stressful lately, that I wanted to go somewhere mellow and relaxing, somewhere that’s slower-paced than Los Angeles. I really just wanted a place where we could read a book by the fire, stroll through town, drink wine and eat great food. Does that make me old or boring? Maybe. Do I care? Not really.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have some serious food issues. Like no joke, I should see a therapist. I think about food ALL THE TIME. I go to bed thinking about what I am going to eat for breakfast the next morning, and the only thing that gets me through the week is thinking about all of the wonderful restaurants I want to try. I literally fantasize about the grilled cheese truck while I’m working out with my trainer.
At least once a day, I find myself wondering “Why did I just eat that [cookie/cupcake/block of cheese/French Toast/ice cream, etc.]? Why. Did. I. Just Eat. That!? The feeling usually hits me when I am halfway through whatever tasty treat or delectable delicacy that I shouldn’t be eating.