Back-to-work Dread ought to be a recognised condition. I’m sure there are many people up and down the country suffering from it right now. They’re feeling the pull between the fun of the weekend, and not wanting to spoil the time they’ve had, and the ever closer trill of the Monday morning alarm. Back to work. The daily grind.
I’ve had a temporary reprieve: garden leave. Tonight is the first time in a while that I’m quite looking forward to Monday. I’m apprehensive, sure, about what the next few months has in store but I’m also genuinely excited. My day is not going to be governed by my diary and its helpful little reminders that I have to dial in to a conference call in fifteen minutes, or that I haven’t left enough time to get to my next meeting. I’m not even wearing my watch today!
It’s going to be like that blissful few days on holiday when you’re not bound by time at all. The only thing that dictates what to do when is your stomach, which thinks it must be getting close to lunchtime now. Who says it’s too early for a beer? And who cares anyway?! Like the song says, it’s five o’clock somewhere. Isn’t that what holidays are for? Total relaxation and a complete break from quotidian routine.
I don’t think for a minute that I’ll last long without a bit of structure to my day. I think we need a bit of schedule and routine. It can be a definite blessing in disguise. Take housework as a prime example. I could reel off a list of a hundred things I’d rather be doing , but in fact, by setting a time limit on how much I’m going to do, I do achieve a lot more. I’ll spend half an hour cleaning, but then treat myself with half an hour reading; books, magazines, blogs. That’s the problem; there just isn’t enough time for all the ‘fun’ things I want to do.
I’d wager that by Tuesday lunchtime I’ve set up my diary with prompts and reminders, my own to-do list and structured the whole week again. The difference will be that this time, it’s on my time. My rules.
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