SeanFromCanada's Blog

When I played badminton, I travelled a lot. International, national, provincial, local, rural…I packed and unpacked a lot of stuff. Over time, I developed some ‘rules’. Pack only as much as you can carry, yourself. Keep your shoes and racquets with you, always. Zip your baggage tags into your luggage pocket, or you may never see your things again…that sort of stuff. Little truths and systems to minimize headaches and disasters.

I guess somewhere along the way, these became ‘travel rules’. The way it must be done, or everything will go to hell. Yes, we’re working with Master Rules here…do it, or they’ll be disaster.

As time went on, the rules accumulated.

Fast forward to now. Me still, but … more. Kids, business, wife…positions, commitments and responsibilities. The mind is full and so is the car. “Travelling” has become “moving”. The employment of ninja level project management skills, combined with SEAL level execution, required.

And it’s time for the family to go on vacation.

I wrench through my direct participation in violating the rules I’ve set. Travel rule after travel rule, up in smoke… bring only what you can carry…ha! (our car looks like our 5 year old drove it through a block sale)… keep the important stuff with you at all times…oh yeah, for sure (it’ll be weeks before I recover the yet to be known as ‘lost’ stuff from between the car seats)…

But what can you do? Options include rage, full on body spaz…or developing a nervous tick. Perhaps there’s a bay window I can throw myself through…no. Too messy. Too extreme…too painful. I think I’ll just laugh.

And enjoy the fact that I’m on vacation.