I have to say that while I start each day sitting quietly on my front porch reading, journaling, listening and watching the birds (yes I am a bird lover!) I have not had a do nothing vacation in a long time. I was thinking about this the other day that for the past few years my vacations have been motorcycle trips.

You’d think these would be pretty easy just sitting on the back watching the scenary but they’re not. They are work. Getting all your clothes for 2 weeks packed into a very, very small space, bungy cording it on and off the bike every day, getting all your gear on – boots, chaps, helmet etc., climbing on and off the bike numerous times a day, stopping for gas every 2 hours, sitting still and balanced on the bike, not able to stretch and move around and feeling road grime at the end of the day. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing, and I mean nothing like the feel and sound of a Harley beneath you, the wind (and bugs) in your face, feeling the change in temperature of your surroundings, smelling the forests, oceans, BBQ’s and yes the cow pastures and the different view you get from a bike. But it is work.

My idea of nothing is being on a beach somewhere, Tofino BC or Bermuda, it does not matter. Laying poolside and sipping a virgin Pina Coloda, walking on the beach and feeling the sand between my toes, the water on my legs, body surfing in the waves, enjoying sunsets, having clean sheets, my bed made for me and dinner served, no dishes.

Right now I need a whole lot of nothing! Enjoy yours

Love and hugs,

MLA