Post vacation blues

Coming home from vacation sucks. It puts my regular life in stark relief, leaving me stew in the mundane. I'm frustrated I no longer have an excuse to indulge, to let go of the healthy habits I hate. Those vines of easy pleasure are now tendrils, dried and brittle,  baking in the sun. They snap so easily, and I'm trying to revive them but it's futile. Pathetic, really. Life should always be like this. That familiar refrain of vacation. A little quieter -- it is for some people. Or so I think. The mundane finds a way, eventually. For now I'll indulge, just a little more, just this night, before diving back into my routines and finding pleasure in them. Little sparkles of joy hiding underneath rocks.