life after it all

I know someone who insists that they are living life to the fullest and experiencing every day as it should be.  While I don’t doubt they are having a blast at life, they bring up their “way better life” every chance they get.

I have an awesome life.  Awesome job (if I tell you about it, I really may have to kill you), awesome boyfriend.  Amazing pay.  Great friends and the courage to say I did it and will do it again when I feel like it.

I do not have the courage to brag about my awesome life.  I do not have the courage to be a self centered brat who feels because they give life the finger they should tell everyone else they are lemmings.  I do what I do and I love it.

And I truly hate people who feel the need to remind me that they push life and cultures values just because they are there.  Sure, you may climb that mountain and I may write that report.  But in 10 years time when you look old from being in the sun way too much and your fat because you indulged too much, I will be able to sit back in my padded office chair planning my trip to some far off locale knowing I will look good in a bikini. 

Does that make sense?

Probably not.

‘Cause my mind is already in Mexico.

I’m leaving on a jet plane tomorrow.

The boyfriend and I are heading down to Mexico tomorrow for a week of ass prints in the sand.  I had glamorous ideas of heading to Tulum to see some ruins, but the closer I get to the big day, the more I just want to do nothing.  With a Corona in my hand.

We are staying at H10 Ocean Turquesa and flying with Air Transat.  The weather isn’t forecasting great weather, but the word on the street is every day has an hour of rain and then its good as gold again.  We choose now instead of later because its the boyfriends birthday (and in my head its also our 8 month anniversary - ok, not “in my head”, it really is).

I’ve not had a do nothing vacation before, and my insides are jumping with excitment.

See you in a week (with updates about my super secret agent job).