Life is good under a palm tree.
For someone who lives in a rainy city for most of the year, it seems so true. The blue ocean, of course, helps. And sunshine. A winning triplet. A fantastic threesome. So beyond ordinary.
And therein lies the draw. From the daily grind to daily grandeur. The waiting vista keeps us striving, the hope for some rest and leisure. Yet endless vacation leads to boredom. Granted, it would take a while to get there but I remember times during my recovery when I longed for some kind of daily purpose. I wasn’t on vacation but life drew to a still, stagnant place I wanted out of.
They say the best recovery from injury involves getting back to meaningful work. It may look different than one’s previous 9-5, but the satisfaction of some kind of accomplishment fuels a longed-for return to the ordinary. If you’ve never been slammed by catastrophe, the ordinary is normal and often unappealing. But to those who have lost it, life under a palm tree pales in comparison to getting it back.