I have been averaging 50+ hours of work time a week since January. Which is a little nuts. But here, especially, it is not only an unsustainable pace of life, but possibly detrimental to my physical and emotional wellbeing.
I’m not trying to complain–I love everything I’m doing. (Which probably contributes to the problem), but I’ve been doing too much. Way too much. And everyone in my life here has told me I need to take it easy.
So I am! A week off! Possibly even a day that I don’t need to take a bus or (gasp!) even leave the house! I have some catching-up-around-the-house things to do, but mostly I plan on chillaxing. Cooking, drawing, reading, crafting, among other things. Might even shell out $8 to go to a swimming pool for foreigners. A little break is long overdue and I’m thrilled. Refuel a bit so I can give my best. Yeah!