drivel
The problem with working yourself to death is there's no time for fun and learning, just rush, rush, rush. If I try to stop and figure out how to be more streamlined and productive, I lose momentum and the whole day seems to go downhill. The only relief are my days off when I can sit and breathe, but then my head fills up with work and it's over again. Mike taught me some visualization techniques that are helping drive the thoughts away like an exorcism (along with the new worry of a place to live and dogs to nurse.) I want to tell Avalon to be creative and let me decorate beautiful cakes for them, not stick with the same ol' boring polkadots and racetracks. Lynn and I keep telling ourselves, "One day we'll have time..." but I know it's a lie because before long she'll be gone with a new bubba and I'll have to put out the fires in her place, with even less time to bake and create beautiful things. I need this vacation to just breathe and relax and pick up my poor neglected camera (it's been over 6 months! since I've really held her.) I need to listen to music and giggle like I'm a teenager. All packed into four days before I'm back to work. Maybe it will give me enough headspace to see the bigger picture, and work on plotting the next move (you know, another kickass vacation.) Two weeks.