When my shrink suggested I take regular time out to myself I thought "good luck" and "that will be nice". But months later I went ahead and made it a reality by committing and booking some flights. I didn't give it much thought, just took the action. Days leading up to my weekend away I was getting cold feet and contemplating cancelling. I guess I was fearful of getting out of my comfort zone and to some extend felt guilty leaving my family behind. Now that I'm here, I wish I could go back to those few moments and bitch slap myself!
Anzac Day got me thinking: we celebrate the sacrifice that people made, essentially we are celebrating their death. So why not celebrate life as well?
To take two days/nights out of normal life, in the scheme of things, is not a big deal, but it can make a massive world of difference. So much so that I've decided to make this an annual weekend away, to coincide with my anniversary of the cardiac arrest and to celebrate living.
Rest, relaxation, rejuvenation, reflection and taking stock. Whatever form it takes, be it an hour or two taking a long walk, having a coffee, seeing a movie, sleeping in or having some time away; we all need it.
