I had probably never, and I mean never, like never ever, been so excited to ditch the west coast than I was this past weekend. After surviving a work trip in Arkansas, I knew that it was time for me to take a break. It was actually during my time away that I started sewing together a plan for my first ever vacation since being an undergrad.
I’ve been working full time since about July and I definitely was starting to feel fatigued. All of my friends, professors, and family members warned me that the real world was not going to be easier than school. I knew better than to imagine it would be easy. But now that I was, and am, in the thick of it it’s been such a sobering experience. Like it really has been sobering, because I hardly go out and party now!
Before I talk about my trip to Boston, I think it’s important to talk about my thought process leading to this mini vacation. I’ve been working full time since July, reminder I graduated back in May. I had a very good amount of time to still have fun and live my life responsibility free. My only real commitments were paying my phone bill, filling up my car, and feeding our dog Peggy. I still had savings from school, so even these small pressures weren’t weighing on me. Something that I had not expected was that when I started working the weight and stress would start to pile on over time. For some reason, I thought that starting a job was like a sink or swim type scenario. I expected the start of this race to be the hardest. However, like any race, the real challenge is keeping your pace. With this being my first job I must admit I ran out of steam around mid-October.
I don’t remember where I saw it, but there was an article that caught my attention talking about work and stamina. There was a point made that Americans pride themselves in literally working themselves to death. This is a thought process that I not only don’t condone but can’t accept. I believe and advocate for a healthy balance of home/work life. I could never be that person who lives on red-eyes.
While some people thrive off the adrenaline of constantly being under pressure I realized that this is not how I operate. Accepting my physical, mental, and emotional stamina early on is what has made my life all the more enriching. If I had tried to match the sheer will power of my colleagues I would have burned out. If I crashed and burned not only would my team suffer, but then I’d be left without an income and no way of getting more drip for the gram. Now how I could let my fans down on the gram?!
I had never imagined that my first real vacation would take me back to a place where down jackets and Bean boots were expected. But I admit I loved my time back east! If you didn't know, I decided to head back to Boston, Massachusetts for a mini reunion with some of my closest friends. #Squadgoals cannot even contain how much these girls meant to me! And its also not bougie enough for our lifestyle brand image! Anyways, it was Veterans Day weekend and after trying to plan a trip in June, all of my friends and I finally found a time to make it happen. Allie and I were taking the weekend off and getting away. This was the second time our group would all be in Boston together since our senior year fall break. It's also kind of poetic how we reunited about a year after this trip.
The first time I ever came to Boston was to celebrate our friend Eliza's birthday. Just like that first trip, this break was an invite to do it all! We ate good food, bought some good drinks, and of course Allie and I made even party as hard as we to in The Beef and Brew! I was so glad to see my friends and just take a minute to forget about the deadlines and drama that my job was all about. I got to shut off my mind from worrying about what other people needed from me. Here I was with some of my best friends just doing as we pleased. Every night we went out and I never worried about waking up early. HA- in fact there was a day where Allie and I woke up at like 1pm to see that Eliza had already lived her life for like half the day.
While some of our friends live in Boston, I think that seeing us out-of-town friends activated their inner vacation mode too. I was proud to see my friends adulting and hearing about their lives since we left Seneca Lake. Our conversations started off in the realm of nostalgia, but ended in a sobering dose of reality. We laughed, we talked about love, and them drank to the bills we had to pay later that month.
There was a lot of fun on this trip, and thankfully many moments captured by our momager LK. I want to dedicate a separate post to that, so stay posted!
In the meantime, to all my friends and those who read this, I hope this offered you a good break. Taking a break isn't a bad thing after all! Whether it's just taking a breath or going to an intense workout, or anything you can imagine, just take a moment for yourself.
Author William Samayoa
Marketer by profession and storyteller by passion. L.A. raised, proud Latino, and pop culture enthusiast.