Jul 16, 2008 20:29
I have my first and only weekend off coming up. (that's two days off in a row people, let the party begin). My cousin told me that I need at least one day off a week in order to enjoy life and I actually...don't agree. It takes effort to enjoy life, and sometimes just a simple decision that you're fine.
I'm having a good summer, as much as I complain about the schedule. Let's see: working 7 days a week, writing a grant proposal, feeling guilty about not submitting my creative writing works yet, reading a fabulous book by DH Lawrence (Women in Love), oh and somewhere in there I started dating a guy that might turn into something serious. I'm afraid to jinx it, but there it is. It'll be a month this Saturday. Third longest relationship and still running :) how sad is that?
I'm surrounded with the idea that I'm not getting anything done. Especially in terms of writing projects. Most of it is self-inflicted and while I don't want to give any of my projects up, I'm going to have to develop a better sense of work ethic. I'm not in a working enviornment is also sort of the problem. Whenever I get home it seems like a movie is on (thanks Ally), and I'm sucked in.
Recession, rising gas prices, inflation, a the threat of being thrown in the the real world imminent. Life is good. It gets done. Breathe.
work,
breathe,
stress