Physically I am back in the office. I am here, that must be sufficient evidence. Mentally I am still on a plastic mattress in the pool in Spain. The sun licks my body, the crickets sing, the wind smells like Hawaii flowers and being well aware of the rosé cava set for cooling for the sundowner later on, life is paused. I have no deadlines and my ego is slowly re-booting. My fingers dance on the water surface. Plick plock. Holiday. Sigh..
The spreadsheets and numbers in front of me now drift away far into the screen. Just like the sand taken by waves off the beach, silently disappearing far away into the horizon.
However, far far away in the horizon the wave comes back on shore to me and all of a sudden my vision of a horizon is brutally interrupted by a grey room-divider which separates my desk from the one of a colleague. Pinpointed calendars, currency rate sheets, company slogans and to-do lists stare at me with an “Hola? Hello? Will you return to this planet soon?” Well. Not completely there yet. Just a coffee, then “just” checking some holiday pictures on the phone, then “just” checking the weather in Spain.. and compare it with the forecast for Norway. Immediate sadness. Then “just” this and “just” that, and then its lunch. The phone rings.
Ok. Back to reality. Re-booting on hold. I hear you mister To-do-list!
Physically I am back in the office. And reality has deadlines.
Once the focus takes over, reality isn´t that bad. It is the contrast to what makes the holiday even more fantastic. And fantastic is what I like – so I will hold on to this holiday hangover for as long as I can.