And there were the lean weeks...
I feel brittle. Like I could snap at the slightest bit of pressure, applied the right way, taken the wrong way, anyway.
I think it's cuz it's been a mad two weeks, largely fuelled by the adrenaline from one project that I perhaps shouldn't have taken so seriously. But, I worried (and worked) my way through it, submitted it, and am still waiting, nail gnawingly, for the okay signal from my bosses that the paper hit the mark and met their expectations. Nail gnawingly. It's been 5 days.
Since then, I've fallen ill, gone on a day's MC, MISSED LILI's BIRTHDAY AUGH, returned to work and tried hard to wriggle out of two ego-clash sessions, only to find myself sliding right smack into the middle of BOTH. Having concluded an eventful week, I then proceeded to WORK THRU THE WEEKEND, yesterday, today, gone, gone, gone. I still have copious packing to do, and, oh, yes, more werk. Why is it always like that before I fly off??? Dear God, you who plan my life and order my days, is it too much to ask for a pre-travel lull week, for once? Or is it just my fault, for not having learnt whatever lesson there is to learn, the four or five times I've gone through this? (Which would put me squarely in the 'slow' class, I suspect). At least this time I've gone and bought all the necessities like travel pack tissues, extra moisturiser and random other jingalings I need in advance, so I don't need to run around so much.
Am aware that this entry really juxtaposes with my previous post about being well rested. Ah, well. Reminder to self that rest cannot be hoarded, any more than daylight and youth, and...opportunities. Regular upkeep and topups would be the healthy, wealthy and wise way to go.
I think it's cuz it's been a mad two weeks, largely fuelled by the adrenaline from one project that I perhaps shouldn't have taken so seriously. But, I worried (and worked) my way through it, submitted it, and am still waiting, nail gnawingly, for the okay signal from my bosses that the paper hit the mark and met their expectations. Nail gnawingly. It's been 5 days.
Since then, I've fallen ill, gone on a day's MC, MISSED LILI's BIRTHDAY AUGH, returned to work and tried hard to wriggle out of two ego-clash sessions, only to find myself sliding right smack into the middle of BOTH. Having concluded an eventful week, I then proceeded to WORK THRU THE WEEKEND, yesterday, today, gone, gone, gone. I still have copious packing to do, and, oh, yes, more werk. Why is it always like that before I fly off??? Dear God, you who plan my life and order my days, is it too much to ask for a pre-travel lull week, for once? Or is it just my fault, for not having learnt whatever lesson there is to learn, the four or five times I've gone through this? (Which would put me squarely in the 'slow' class, I suspect). At least this time I've gone and bought all the necessities like travel pack tissues, extra moisturiser and random other jingalings I need in advance, so I don't need to run around so much.
Am aware that this entry really juxtaposes with my previous post about being well rested. Ah, well. Reminder to self that rest cannot be hoarded, any more than daylight and youth, and...opportunities. Regular upkeep and topups would be the healthy, wealthy and wise way to go.