Disappearing Act

Vacations are meant to allow one to get away from the rigors of work or school or other things. One can reasonably expect to return to what you temporarily leave behind. That sense of continuity usually is the comforting thing that brings you back every time. Usually, I bury myself back in my various projects at work and other volunteer groups a week or two after I come back from vacation. This was the first time in quite a while that the familiar things just weren't there any more. I gave up one of my main volunteer projects and there were a lot of complicated changes at work. I returned to a different desk, a different office, and a sharply reduced sense of permanence at the job. It was a strange feeling to be "in a world that's disappearing," as eloquently stated by Christopher Plummer in The Sound of Music.

It took a week to snap out of the daze. I may have left a few things behind before the vacation, but I'm still here, and I don't intend to disappear with just about everything around me. At least, not just yet. I think it's time for me to start another project. Looking back upon the last couple of years, I remember saying that I can't help them all despite all of the volunteer projects back then. As I said before, I'm still going to give it a try. This time, though. I think I'm going to take it a step further. To quote another source from the end of Bloom County, "Another day, another segue." See ya.