This could not be more true. As I am finding out, much to my consternation. I may not be an established writer. Perhaps I could have a proper vacation if I was one. But I am just a fledgling blogger, still trying to find my niche, still trying to build my little blogging empire.
So even when on holiday, when I should be relaxing and rejuvenating, I find myself blogging. Or tracking social media accounts in the hope of grabbing that next big thing. Of making my name in the blogosphere.
As I write this, I am coming to the realisation that the time has come to let go. Just a little bit. For if I don't have time with my family, I will not have anything to blog about. If I am not of sound mind and body, I will not have the impetus, the imagination to create ideas or to pen down my thoughts.
Life is short and time is fleeting. A moment spent staring at a screen is a moment spent away from my little boy. Maybe the time has come to remove my blogger/writer hat. At least when I am on holiday. And make the most of what a holiday truly has to offer.
A calm, soothing and a very relaxing environment, the perfect setting to let go of stresses, to let go of all the tensions that everyday life brings. To heal in mind and in body. So that I can face the literary world with a newfound sense of self.