I like the concept of vacation. I like the concept of vacationing with the weefe sans minions even more. So why am I finding it difficult to be jazzed up about going to Mexico this weekend? Well, for starters Mexico just does not do it for me. It never has and it never will. The next issue I think I am having is the idea of a relaxing beach vacation. That sure is shit is not me. I have maybe 85 total years of life on this planet and the idea of relaxing seems silly to me.
Will I enjoy it once I get there? Sure I probably will. However, I wish I had more of the buzz in me in advance as part of the excitement of going on vacation is the anticipation of getting away and I am truly lacking that.
Next year when I choose, I know I will be the only one excited about visiting Reykjavik but that is a guilt that I will gladly bear.