On any given day, as I run from work to pick up Maya and then hit the grocery store and the dry cleaners…I feel overwhelmed.
But guess what? When I’m on vacation and I have nothing to do and I face a whole bunch of empty hours…I also feel overwhelmed.
“I’m a bit nervous,” I told Ali yesterday morning.“How am I supposed to fill an entire day when I have no schedule? No plan?”
Ali just shook his head, mapped out a Starbucks on his iPhone, and took off to spend quality time with his laptop.
After I eased my conscience by surreptitiously checking in on Maya at her first day of NYC summer camp (I’m not completely heartless – just very close) I decided to just start walking around the city completely agenda-less.
I discovered Chelsea Market, shopped at a new-to-me Anthropologie, and browsed a random farmer’s market. I walked to Union Square and spent an hour in a bookstore and then perused the biggest shoe store ever – DSW.
And when all was said and done, and I’d walked more than 45 blocks and far too many avenues, I realized that I had one of the best days ever. So it was a good day, but I still felt guilty that it was a day filled with doing nothing I needed to do and everything I wanted to do.
Tell me, will there ever come a time where I don’t feel guilty about something?