by José Martinez
“To do many things and to mix with many people, yet not to turn aside from either God or oneself, is a great and rare art.”
— St. Ignatius of Loyola
Me and summer vacation had a good run. I never had the adventure-filled, picturesque summer breaks that Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn had; but it was always a time of respite, where I could enjoy a responsibility-less state.
Now here I am, writing about “mourning summer vacation.” The weather’s prettier, graduation season’s ending, my beach body has been ready for months…but I’m still expected to go to work. Still, the rent must be paid.
Because questions would be asked and paychecks cut off if I decided to celebrate summer vacation every day, I’ve got to create my own. So not only do weekends become sacred, but so do evenings and mornings and any time I’m not at work.
It’s not that I don’t like work; I do. It’s just that there’s a sacredness to respite just like there’s a sacredness to work, and I don’t want to lose either.
Honoring one is what allows me to fully appreciate the other.
How do you cherish your free time?
Where do you find God in moments of relaxation?
An excerpt from “In Memoriam: Summer Vacation” by José Martinez, BustedHalo.com