I thought I had every thing at work sorted – finish the bad job tomorrow and start the good job on Monday. Except I realised last night that I don’t start THIS Monday but Monday in a week’s time. Oops. I almost said I’d work an extra week at the bad job … except I really, really, really don’t wanna.
Even though I really need to be saving at the moment, I think a week’s break will do me good. I’ve been getting sick a lot lately and feeling blah, so some ME time will have to help. And a week off – yah!
I’ve been thinking a bit lately about long term goals vs short term ones. Shauna over at Diet Girl says that anything can be a metaphor for weight loss and I reckon this definitely is. Since I booked this holiday, I feel like my whole focus has been been on that. In some ways that’s good – having a deadline can really help with the motivation – but in other ways I feel like I’m putting my life on hold just for a two week vacation.
There are things I want to do, like burlesque dancing class, but feel I can’t justify the expense. Other things, like writing, have taken a backseat while my focus is elsewhere.
I guess it’s true of most things in life: you have to have the long term goals and put your efforts towards them, but you can’t live in the future. That’s sacrificing a lot of days to enjoy the pleasure of a few.
On the exercise front, I change my rest day to today. I think it was the grueling workout yesterday (although I worked out I spent more time exercising than I did when I ran the half marathon, and I reckon more effort) that did me in so much as the lack of sleep.