I saw a colleague recently who had been away on vacation for a few weeks.
“How was it?” I asked.
“Good,” he said. Then he paused. “But I’m exhausted.”
They’d been to a lot of places. Seen a lot of sights. Covered a lot of ground.
By the end, he was out of sorts. The kids were out of sorts. Everyone needed some time to recover from the time they’d taken to recover.
They needed a vacation from the vacation.
Taking time away is important. Really important.
We need a break from the routines and demands of our daily lives. We need distance from the inbox, the meetings, the errands and obligations that fill our days.
A change of scenery can be restorative. New places can wake us up and remind us that the world is larger than the small circle of concerns we’ve been carrying around.
But a vacation can easily become another project.
There are reservations to make, routes to plan and sights to see. We race from one experience to the next because we may never be here again, and we don’t want to miss anything.
So we create lists. We organize the days. We measure the success of the trip by how much we managed to fit in.
It starts to look a lot like work.
The location changes. The underlying rhythm doesn’t.
We’re still rushing. Still producing. Still trying to get the most out of every hour.
And we still come home to ourselves.
That may be the part we overlook.
We carry our inner lives with us wherever we go. The restless mind comes along. So does the part of us that needs to be accomplishing something, even when there is nothing that needs to be accomplished.
We may tell ourselves that we need to get away. But sometimes the mad dash to get away is really a mad dash away from ourselves.
Then we come home and begin the cycle again.
Maybe the deeper work isn’t finding a better destination. Maybe it’s learning how to settle our hearts, minds, spirits and souls.
It’s learning how to sit by the water without checking the time. How to take a slow walk without needing it to count as exercise. How to have an afternoon with no agenda and not feel as though the day has been wasted.
That kind of rest can feel uncomfortable at first.
When we’ve spent years equating movement with value, stillness can make us anxious. When we’re accustomed to filling every space, an empty hour can feel like a problem to solve.
But rest isn’t another achievement.
It’s a way of returning to ourselves.
A good vacation doesn’t need to be extravagant. It doesn’t need to cover much ground. It may not even require going very far.
It needs space. It needs ease. It needs enough quiet for us to hear what has been drowned out by the noise of our ordinary lives.
The purpose of a vacation isn’t to come home with more photographs, more stories or a longer list of places we’ve been.
It’s to come home more fully alive.













