Original title was “one day” but then I realized I didn’t stay a full day in vacation mode. More on that later.
As an entrepreneur running my own business one of the things that gets thrown around a lot online is freedom. Like Jonathan at the Illuminated Mind in this post about Burning Maps, and the basis of Chris Guillebeau’s blog the Art of Non-Conformity (and his life) encouraging travel, the frequent topic of writers like Corbett Barr and Everett Bogue, Colin Wright at Exile Lifestyle and so many more. Actually, I’ve met Chris, Corbett and Everett (all in SF last year) and I know they’re each living the life they want and inspiring others to do the same.
If you pursue entrepreneurship long enough you may realize that freedom isn’t one size fits all. It’s not prescribed with one week in Hawaii, two days off a month for rock climbing and 10am yoga classes. The true freedom is not to envision and achieve “this life” that other people live but to define and create your own. For me that’s a mix of national and international travel, a home in the country with a huge hammock and lots of land and long dinners with friends and celebrations with family.
Let me tell you, it’s hard not to jump on the $300 one way to London deal going on right now… so hard. Because I could work from London although my sleep schedule would be a mess and I do have the funds to snag a great flight deal and stay in a hostel while seeing the city.
Instead this weekend I made a trek to the beach and boardwalk in Santa Cruz to enjoy the sand, surf and seafood. It all began on Saturday, returning from a conference in San Francisco I rolled down my car window while crossing the Bay Bridge and thought “I love the smell of the ocean… I should go to the beach!”
Yes, that was the extent of my planning.
Less than 24 hours later I’m on the boardwalk, my car parked 4 blocks away at the motel and it’s awesome. Santa Cruz is just over the mountain from my grandparent’s home in Gilroy and our go to spot to celebrate birthdays. The last time I came to the boardwalk was to celebrate Grandpa’s 89th in the summer of 2009.
Aren’t they cute?
But since we visit the wharf I don’t typically get to go down to the beach. This trip I went to the beach, got a little sunburned, took pictures and relaxed.
It was precisely what I needed to clear my head, get a change of scenery and appreciate the freedom that comes with my business.
Sunday night I walked the boardwalk and wharf:
Grandpa hated this ride which he took me on when I was about 10. He spent the entire time telling me that it was structurally unsound and we were going to die!
Monday I did calls from the beach:
and I also managed to fit in a swim, watching breaking news (which never happens as I don’t have cable) and getting a great night sleep. Although I arrived at 3:30p Sunday, was working by 6:30am Monday and on my way home by 12:30pm Monday, it was a great “day” at the beach.
Now, if only I can find a great cheap flight to London in the fall…