If you could hear me I would have started this post with a sigh of contentment, a lovely relaxing ‘ahhhh’ which encourages a huge smile and all my facial muscles to relax.
Let me explain.
I have recently returned from a short break. I left my husband and family behind and together with some colleagues from work I headed off to the forest for a long weekend. It was a Friday, the girls were at school, husband at work, Tommy too and Baxter would be looked after by next door. As I sat in the backseat driving along the motorway, further and further from home, I allowed my excitement to bubble to the surface and I started to forget about packed lunches, spellings to learn, dance bags that needed washing and my weekly shopping list.
I hadn’t even arrived yet but I was most certainly in the short break spirit.
There’s something about a short break that’s almost as exciting as a holiday, in fact scrap that, it’s better as it’s a break in normality. It’s two fingers to routine, in fact I’d go as far as saying it’s naughty. Like a secret indulgence that is to be savoured and remembered long after it’s been and gone.
On this occasion I was going on a girly weekend but it would be just the same if I was to travel with my family. It’s the getting away from it all that is key to the enjoyment.
It’s the leaving everything behind; the worries, the work, the washing, the ironing and the constant feeling of being on a treadmill that never stops.
It’s the ‘throw some bits in a bag and jump in the car’ escapism that adds to the thrill.
On that note, you can see it’s less stressful than packing for a two week summer holiday; will it be hot, do I need a cardigan, don’t forget your sun cream. This is a weekend bag, I need my toothbrush, a couple of changes and my coat. So easy!
Will it rain? Most likely yes, but on a short break it’s not a problem, we can sit in and light the fire, we can watch that DVD we’ve been threatening to for months. We can cook our favourite meals, or even take a walk in the rain.
Pack the wellies! A last minute thought but one that works, after all we’re going in the car and there’s plenty of room.
I cannot tell you how good I feel after my Center Parcs short break, we’re all still talking about in the office and everyone enjoyed it so much there’s already a conversation about repeating the experience next year.
In case you’re wondering what I got up to on my short break, well, I ate a super burger that was delicious and worth every penny. I walked for miles filling my lungs with the pine smell of the forest, I saw treehouses, squirrels, baby deer playing and birds, lots of birds. I went bowling and lost, I talked until gone midnight with a glass of wine in my hand (might have been two).
I ate Bouillabaisse and danced until midnight in heels – yes me in heels! Dancing!
I went on the most amazing Aerial Adventure and slid down the zip wire whooping at the top of my voice across the lake. An amazing experience.
I spent an afternoon in a spa floating from one steam room to the next, each one a different theme, Indian, Tyrolean, Balinese. I closed my mind and concentrated on me.
I vowed to do this short break lark more often.
Oh yes, go on a short break, you’ll love it.