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.