What Happens When You Take Two Weeks for Vacation

I’ve been back from vacation for nearly as long as I was on vacation, and here’s what I’ve learned:

For the first two days or so, I was overwhelmed by how much I had missed. This had less to do with my freelance clients, who knew I was going to be gone and had prepared for it, than with the general field of “things I want to support.”

The Oh My Dollar! Kickstarter, for example, was almost over. (Yes, I was still able to contribute.)

The second season of An Arm and a Leg had started, and it was too late for me to get out any promo news in time for the release. (I can still promote it now, of course. Like I just did. SNEAKY.)

It felt like there were so many things—though I can only remember a handful of them right now, funny enough—that I could have promoted or written about or shared, but the moment for help had passed.

And then that moment also passed, and a whole bunch of new stuff popped up for me to share and tweet and write about, and I stopped feeling… well, I don’t want to call it FOMO, exactly, but more like Fear Of Not Supporting My Network.

Fear of Not Being There When People Needed Me.

It’s interesting how that fear doesn’t go away, even when you make plans with your various clients and workplaces in advance. (I would probably also have worried that my family might need me while I was gone, except I spent one of the two weeks at a family reunion.)

And then you come back, and things keep moving forward, and you realize that there will always be more chances to help.* ❤️

*Obviously there are some instances in which you only get one chance to help, like that viral story about the woman who asked Reddit if she did the right thing by prioritizing a family vacation over her boyfriend’s mom’s funeral. But you’ll know when those are, and when it’s worth canceling your plans to be present.

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