Getting back into the swing of things

Melissa Stagnaro

Today is my first day back in the office since I hopped a plane to Florida on the first of May. With the number of articles I left in the news queue, most of you probably didn’t notice I was gone.

I spent most of my vacation sleeping in, spending quality time with my family, walking on the beach, enjoying the tropical sun and, yes, drinking plenty of margaritas. On the rocks, with salt, thank you.

There was a little sight seeing mixed in, lots of great meals, and, of course, a few tears as I watched my niece receive her college diploma.

There was even a bit of adventure, although nothing to trump Jeff’s “I got shot at by a SWAT team on my vacation” story. No heavily armed men on my trip, sorry. But I did get to canoe through the mangroves at Lover’s Key where we saw a manatee and a sea turtle, watch a whole school of sting rays skate through the surf at Ft. Myers beach and explore a cypress “slough” where we observed baby alligators in their natural habitat. (Thankfully, none of their parents were around.)

The most blissful part or the whole trip? I didn’t think about work once the entire time. I honestly had every intention of keeping up to date on local happenings, even posting a blog or two. But all of those thoughts vanished the second my toes came into contact with all of that beautiful white sand.

While it didn’t take me long to adjust to being on vacation, I can’t say the same about returning to my normal routine. I’m glad I had the foresight to fly back on Friday night, rather than waiting until the end of the weekend. But even with a couple of days to unpack, unwind and do what felt like a year’s worth of laundry rather than just a week’s, it was still a chore to get myself in gear this morning.

And it wasn’t just waking up about three hours earlier than I quickly came accustomed to during my time off. It was coming in to work without a pressing need to finish up a story in time for deadline this morning. I guess I did too good of a job cleaning off my plate before I left for vacation.

But never fear, I’m back in the thick of it already. After wading through all of the emails which accumulated in my inbox while I was away and checking the week’s meetings calendar, my plate is quickly filling up again. Part of me relishes getting back to work.
But the rest of me is wishing I was back on that white, sandy beach…