Time for a holiday
I have a chronic illness. Several, if you wish to count, so I haven't managed to do a lot of paid employment in the last few months.
I like paid employment, and I'm keen to do it, so I'm always on the alert for opportunities to do some (praise be for my extraordinarily flexible working arrangements). But there's only so much time you can spend being on the alert for something that doesn't happen. Fortunately I have figured out that I'm not merely lazy, or likely to slide into laziness, so I'm going to address the building stress that is my current and irritatingly ongoing inability to work (and think, drive, remain conscious, write, read, see humans or GET OUT OF THE HOUSE on my own steam).
OK, maybe that last one I still need to find a remedy for.
What I'm going to do is take a holiday. For the next week I'm not going to even consider going to work. I won't waste a single spoon on counting my spoons to see if I have enough spoons to dress, drive to the office, and be productive. I'm not even going to look at the printed stuff that I could be working on at home. For a week.
In practical terms this will have one of two outcomes:
(a) I'll be off work for a week because I'm unable to work (but worrying about it less), or
(b) I will do or go to work spontaneously because I'll actually have the spoons to do it.
The only possible exception to the above will be Friday, where I have a 10am appointment in the city and would like to use the opportunity to meet a friend. That day is definitely mine, to do with as I choose.
The holiday spirit won't officially kick in until Monday, and it's entirely possible that I'll spend next week as I've spent all recent ones: asleep in my jammies all day. But I won't fret quite so much, and that's got to be a good thing.
I like paid employment, and I'm keen to do it, so I'm always on the alert for opportunities to do some (praise be for my extraordinarily flexible working arrangements). But there's only so much time you can spend being on the alert for something that doesn't happen. Fortunately I have figured out that I'm not merely lazy, or likely to slide into laziness, so I'm going to address the building stress that is my current and irritatingly ongoing inability to work (and think, drive, remain conscious, write, read, see humans or GET OUT OF THE HOUSE on my own steam).
OK, maybe that last one I still need to find a remedy for.
What I'm going to do is take a holiday. For the next week I'm not going to even consider going to work. I won't waste a single spoon on counting my spoons to see if I have enough spoons to dress, drive to the office, and be productive. I'm not even going to look at the printed stuff that I could be working on at home. For a week.
In practical terms this will have one of two outcomes:
(a) I'll be off work for a week because I'm unable to work (but worrying about it less), or
(b) I will do or go to work spontaneously because I'll actually have the spoons to do it.
The only possible exception to the above will be Friday, where I have a 10am appointment in the city and would like to use the opportunity to meet a friend. That day is definitely mine, to do with as I choose.
The holiday spirit won't officially kick in until Monday, and it's entirely possible that I'll spend next week as I've spent all recent ones: asleep in my jammies all day. But I won't fret quite so much, and that's got to be a good thing.