First World Probs
I’ve been working pretty steadily since January and had an opportunity this week to take a little break. By “little” I mean I decided, spur of the moment, to actively not work this week, even though I do have a book to do, but the deadline is so far off that I thought some time off would be nice.
Since I’ve no where to go, I’m taking a “Staycation” and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It kind of feels like it did when I wasn’t working much… which is to say, I feel unproductive. I think I’m wrapped up in the ‘glorification of busy’ where I think I have to do stuff in order to be happy. It doesn’t help that the weather has been grey all week, but really, that shouldn’t matter, right?
Its times like these (where I’m aware of my funk) where I stop and listen; check and see what I want to do… and then go do that. And honestly? I think I want to get back to work. Or play a video game. Actually, I might go take a nap since I’ve been awake since about 5am. Then there’s the closet that needs clearing out, or the bookcase in my office, which I could definitely pare down.
See what I mean?? I’m all like… blerg… what to do, what to do!?
Maybe I’ll just go and get my car washed. I hope it doesn’t rain.