Not only did it mean that my vacation was over and I had to return to work, but it also roused me from a very cool dream.
I was a writer for The Conners, the new show that has risen from the ashes of Roseanne’s racist Twitter tirades.
I had been tasked with writing the Christmas episode, and everyone was eager to learn how I was going to deck the halls with holiday humor while the Ghost of Roseanne Past haunted the Conner family.
I was definitely up for the challenge. I had the writers’ room hanging on my every word, and the fate of those magical Christmas ratings hung on my creative talents.
And as Ben Stiller, Winona Ryder, and Ethan Hawke taught us so well, reality bites.
I even managed to run four miles.
I’m not going to lie. I definitely felt anxious about going back to work. My vacation had been so relaxing and productive that I had completely grown accustomed to my Writer Boy persona.
I had no desire to shed that comfortable skin and go back to the daily grind.
I had outlined Episode Three of the TV series last night as the sun set on my vacation, and I felt like I was abandoning my characters to return to my other job.
Even though there was an enormous amount of work waiting for me, I still managed to find a way to soothe my Inner Writer.
I went for a walk on all three of my breaks, and as I did laps around the parking lot, I mentally plotted out the scenes of Episode Three. They played like a TV show in my mind, so it was as if my character were right there with me, getting their steps.
Knowing that the front porch, my laptop, and my characters were waiting for me most certainly got me through what felt like the longest day in history.
When I finally did get home, I made a very quick wardrobe switch.
Here’s what I decided to wear, grabbing the shirt with no hesitation…
How was your Tuesday? Do you feel like the first day back after vacation is the longest day on record? Do you like my tee shirt?