Stacey Seaside

I have been MIA (missing in action) these last few weeks.

For those of you that know me personally, I am rigid with schedules, programs and deadlines.

Back in December I made a commitment to post a weekly article about Stacey’s Seaside life –whatever that may have entailed.

Before I left for Scotland, at the end of June, I posted an article about my addiction to the reality television show Survivor.

I fully intended to post an article from Scotland and certainly the week I was back.

But I didn’t.

I considered it, for about two seconds.

Then I said, “Naw. Since I skipped last week, I will skip this week too.

They will understand.

And nobody will miss me.”

The journey knocked me out on a lot of levels.

Returning to Mykonos on July 10th was no picnic for me as a local resident.

I knew I would be returning to an island heaving with summer revellers, packing the narrow streets of town, crowding the island’s roads to say nothing of the obligations, both personal and professional, that had been put on hold.

On my EasyJet flight returning from the UK, there were plenty of excited travellers looking forward gleefully to a holiday in the sun. I was just happy to finally be getting back home to sleep in my own bed after two weeks on the road and sleeping in several beds.

Today’s article is not about the journey.

I want to address why I haven’t written.

At least not here, on my website.

I have been writing throughout my journey and when I arrived back in Greece.

I have been tending to a good deal of electronic correspondence as well as text messages.

There was obligatory communication to wrap up the program as well as personal issues that materialized while I was away.

A lack of energy is a really good excuse but it is also very true.

My normal vitality was zapped. I returned back to Greece not even on zero but in negative numbers.

The very last thing I wanted or could do was pump out a witty article that would both entertain readers, touch their hearts and give them a laugh or two–because in the end that is why I like to communicate through this medium.

As I was feeling guilty driving back from the port after dropping off dear friends for a departure–this will make another good anecdote in a future article–I thought “do I have time to do a blog today? It’s Thursday and there is plenty of sunshine left.”

But to write about the trip to Scotland and the purpose of it and whether we attained that purpose will be the subject of another article. It will take a deep dive in to the 13 to 17-year-old demographic, volunteering and literally saving the planet. So no, not today.

I do promise to be back next week–with animated writing that has the vivacity and fun you deserve.