After a long relaxing week posted up in an all-inclusive hotel in Aruba, the feeling I have upon returning home is what one might describe as well…unconventional. Don’t get me wrong, I love the beach, eating, drinking, relaxing and gorgeous weather, who doesn’t? I had a lovely time. However, what is it about vacation that always makes me feel like I’m just killing time? During my last few days, I felt this weird sense of urgency like I was avoiding my life and all the things I needed to figure out. At what point does removing yourself from your responsibilities shift from liberation to escapism? Believe me, I didn’t think I’d be in a place that I would ever be coming back from a tropical beach vacation and think, “I can’t wait to handle all of my responsibilities.” So why am I? It seems so hippie dippy to say this, but I keep feeling this pull or sense of urgency about my life that there are things coming, paths shifting, and “inner homework” as I like to call it that can’t be ignored anymore. So while I enjoyed my vacation, I’m back to figuring things out..again.