Back to Reality?

When I first returned to work from my sabbatical just over a year ago, I remember overhearing a Monday morning conversation over the cubicle wall that went something like this:

"Sooo, did you have a good weekend?"
"Yeah it was great! Spent some time at the cottage, with the family … but, sigh, I guess now it’s back to reality right?"

That second person sounded so dejected; I remember feeling sorry for him.

This morning I was driving to work thinking about how much fun I had at a weekend BBQ re-connecting with folks from an organization for which I volunteered while on sabbatical, about how vibrant I felt re-connecting with them and how useful I felt to the organization at the time.

I thought about how much I lived vicariously through other creative women, and how I’m ready to stop coveting their life and live my own. I thought about how much I wanted to be at home setting up my office, writing, creating, resting. Then – and this is the kicker – I thought “But, sigh, I guess now it’s back to reality right?”

Doh.