Tomorrow morning (very, very early) the Cohen clan will depart for our annual family vacation in Cabo. It is a week I look forward to every year. It's a quiet week, really. I am extremely fortunate to have parents who still treat their adult children to a vacation and try to take advantage of all the time to spend with them in a beautiful setting. The timing of the trip makes for a double-edged sword, of sorts.
Here comes the hard part. The confession of the negative ego-driven thoughts that creep in around this time every year. The New Year has just begun. People are reflecting on all that they have accomplished in the previous year. "Best of 2012" posts are springing up everywhere. PR pitches touting the "best kept weight loss secret for 2013" are endless. It can become difficult to see through the fog, so to speak. I have discussed being the single sibling on a family vacation before, so it comes as no surprise that it does not get any easier as I get older. Saying (or typing) that out loud immediately makes me feel like an ungrateful asshole. My parents take me on a fabulous vacation and boohoo I'm single poor me, right? Well it goes a bit deeper than that. It's the empty chair at the tables for six we are inevitably seated at. The huge wing of our condo that I occupy alone for the week. The couples walking on the beach. I could go on, but I'm sure you get the picture. It takes a lot of discipline (and deep breathing) to continuously remind myself how far I've come in my personal life in the last year. The lack of male counterpart on this trip should not make me enjoy it any less. Yet, sometimes in the most quiet moments, I can't help but think.
Where the hell is this dude?