Over the course of the holiday season, I’ve had a little over three weeks of no work – which is to be expected, because holidays.
Many of the TV shows didn’t come back until this past Monday, and a few aren’t back until next Monday.
I spent some time back in the land of unseasonable warmth (70 degrees when it should be 30), but for most of the break I cleaned a lot of the old junk out of my apartment, organized my receipts to send to the accountant for taxes, and caught up on other stuff I needed to do when I had time.
But mainly, I divested myself of junk. Five bags of clothes and shoes went to the thrift store, old papers got shredded, kitchen crap I don’t use got donated, and all the drawers got organized.
My apartment feels much better now. Calmer. More zen, if you will.
I even organized my work bag with those pack cube things, but we’ll see how long that lasts.
And I got used to not working so much.
I got used to not wearing heavy boots.
I got used to eating healthy food and not having any coffee after 11 am.
I got used to going to bed at a decent hour, and watching the morning news.
You know, like a normal person.
Then, this morning, I got a call to come in to replace someone who called in sick, and ended up with the rest of the week booked.
Which is great, but I’m not used to all this work stuff, with the standing up and the paying attention, and the ladders. Definitely not used to the ladders.
But no one else is, either, so we all muddled through it together and somehow managed to get our day.
I’m back tomorrow. My feet will hate me.