
Ever get the urge to drop everything and run for the hills? In my experience, when this happens, people either pop out for a pint of milk and turn up in Chicago 20 years later, or book last minute tickets to Paris, indulge in a hedonistic weekend long orgy, and dutifully return for the Monday staff meeting.
Personally, I’m not really prepared to start a new life with 34 cents change and a pint of milk in my pocket, and while I like Paris as much as the next European, I’m not really prepared for that level of packing either. (And let’s be honest: if you’re a women, jetting off to Paris even for a weekend requires a whole different level of wardrobe prep than catching a flight to virtually any other short haul city. It just does.)
So instead, I’ve run away to the very local seaside. Even this required a fairly heroic laundry effort, but on the morning I woke up and decided that the choices were either a) do the washing and get the hell out of Dodge, or b) repeatedly bang my head against my desk in an attempt to brainwash myself into believing that my creative well was anything short of completely dry, the washing machine suddenly looked like my very best friend ever.
When doing laundry is the good option, you know it’s all a bit dire.
Obviously, I didn’t just get on the first bus out of town. I told my very understanding husband, I reassured my very distressed dog, I checked in with our very behind schedule contractor, and I let all my active clients know I was going to be AWOL for a few days. While I was sure all my clients were going to be annoyed by this impromptu getaway of mine, nobody berated me, although they did all have the same reaction.
“By yourself?” they gasped. “Oh my God, I’m so jealous.”
Back Monday!

Sabrina Dent: Freelance web designer, developer and internet marketer living in Cork, Ireland with one dog and a husband in no particular order.
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