I Needed A Break

I felt completely recharged when I went to work this morning.  I had no qualms about feeling cold, drowsiness or tiredness.  When I was sitting on the bus,  I asked myself why I wasn’t feeling like this for the past few days.  Instead, I felt I needed a break from my daily routine, particularly, waking up too early in the morning.  And I did have a break for two days.

For the first time, I felt that the weekend wasn’t enough for rest and all sitting-pretty musings.  I woke up the next day in a drowsy mood and a clogged nose that could be unclogged by some herbal medicine.  Being in that state of “almost sick”, I called the office and asked for a (sick) leave.  Granted.  I had a quiet and long sleep while hubby was out working.  One moment I was listening to the radio, the next moment I was eating.  That was the kind of break I needed for two days.  I thought my conscience would bother me for taking a couple of days off work when I didn’t have to.  But what I felt this morning was completely what I needed to face the days ahead.

I might be a compulsive doer of anything I want to do but I am also a stubborn person when the need for a break arises.  I rest and when I start again, I’m more motivated than ever.

Aside from all the sick stories and leave and why I wasn’t in all spirit to start my week right,  I was stucked thinking about the things I wanted to do in my spare time.  And how I get disappointed because none of those things were done yet.  It makes me tired thinking about it that sometimes I thought a short break would get me started with one but that was far from done.