I took a week off work (glorious!) — and made it a week off everything. I barely read work email (instead of reading it nonstop all day long, every day and into the night). I barely ran (took a full week off, for no reason) and basically didn’t do anything I didn’t immediately feel like doing.
By about Wednesday, my husband commented I was “less stressed,” which I think really means “not your normal psycho self.” And I felt less stressed. I was sleeping better. I wasn’t frustrated or angry most of the time. I had more patience with the kids. It was lovely. Now, if only I could continue to collect a paycheck without work getting in the way.
I’m back today — and right on cue, I woke up at 4 a.m. having stress dreams about work and then those sort of cyclical stress thoughts that prevent me from sleeping. I ran 7 miles in the bitter cold and did 100 push-ups, so I guess I’m back on track again.
But during my week off, I did finish a book, “The Weird Sisters” by Eleanor Brown, which was wonderful. Loved it!
And now I’m reading “The Particle at the end of the Universe,” about the search for the Higgs boson (Wikipedia link here). It’s awesome, and an odd follow to the fiction book. But it was next in the long overdue pile on my nightstand, so here we are. (NPR review here.)
A lot of it is fascinating, and once again I wonder why I didn’t g into a science field. Or at least be a science writer — then I could combine the best of both worlds, right? Though trying to make sense of physics for work would probably keep me up at night just as much as my current job does.
So, that’s what’s up here.
I also reorganized our basement last week, created a new playroom down there, bought a new TV for it and threw away a bunch of junk we never used. And I finally perfected gluten-free peanut blossom cookies. And finished Christmas shopping for Philip and the kids.
So, overall it was pretty great.
Now, back to the grind.