Work gets crazy. Hell, life gets crazy. Which makes me a bit crazy. It's a viscous cycle. Non-the-less its enevitable. Things will spiral a bit out of your comfort zone and even the most stress adapt person will crack. I consider myself a master of stress. I typically own that shit. I frequently look stress in the eyes and call it my bitch. Pressure. Same deal. Bring it. Last few weeks though stress hit me with a blind donkey punch to the back of the head. What. Just. Happened. I'm looking at my self in the mirror. Why would the world shit on my week? I needed to spring into action. Drop kick that monster pressuring me to make bad decisions, worse creative, and a terrible attitude. Enter the Get-a-way.
"Drop kick that monster pressuring me to make bad decisions, worse creative, and a terrible attitude."
New business pitch. House being fumigated. Mac Pro ate shit. Space shuttle Discovery's last launch. Haven't worked out in 2 weeks. I got 99 problems (Jay-Z style). But wait...what's this... a giant winter storm is coming. Grrreeeaaat (sarcastic tone). Then it hit me, like a sack of bricks on my nuts face. Time to book a cabin in the woods and get the hell away from the bad shenanigans. Bear Mountain is only 2 hours away. Giant snowstorm coming. Snowboard dialed in. Cabin Booked. Later world.
Bailing early on Friday and driving away with a specific finger pointed toward the building I work at, I head up to the mountain for the weekend. Dodging the knuckleheads in civics and scions with no chains on I finally get to my cabin getaway. The snow is dumping. I start a giant fire. Pour a glass of bourbon. Turn on some Sufjan Stevens and relax. It's awesome.
"Pour a glass of bourbon. Turn on some Sufjan Stevens and relax. It's awesome."
The next few days are filled with some epic snowboarding in 3 feet of freshies. Hit the slopes early. Bail at lunch. Rest. Then strap the board back on for some night runs. Note to self... back country at night is not smart. But a little danger is why we do it. Some great friends come visit and stay for a night of laughing and drinks. Back on the slopes early Sunday. It's amazing out. Blue skies that go forever. Pristine snow. It's like heaven. Best part... no work. No worries. No problems.
The next best part. I'm staying Sunday night too. One more night of serenity. One more night of paradise in the woods. I wake up to the fire still smoldering. Make a pot of coffee and pretend for a hour that I don't need to drive back to reality. Then I realize something awesome. Reality doesn't suck. I work in the great field of advertising. Live in the beautiful Laguna Beach. Just last weekend I was out sailing in 80 degree weather. This weekend snowboarding. Who does this? I do. Huzzah!
"Reality doesn't suck."
I'm back. Confidence is charged. Stress is my bitch. Deadlines are about to get pwnd. All I needed was to get a way or maybe a Getaway. Both work.