I had an entire week off work. It’s over now. I had an enormous list of things I wanted to get done during my time off. I accomplished a singular thing on that list: My taxes. Other than that? Nothing. No haircut, no oil change, no redesigned websites, no finished portfolio, no balanced budget, no minor home repairs, no blogging or book reviews written. Guess I’ll just look forward to being extra busy these coming weeks as I tick off things I should have gotten done when I had the time. But I don’t feel bad about it. In fact, I feel right fine. I made meals and pots of coffee and sipped wine and played video games and read. I snuggled cats. I went out and saw and was seen. I opened my home up to friends and spent time with some of the people I adore. Talked about taking over the world … a lot, actually.
So, maybe when I get another week to myself, I’ll try to get that done.
Anytime I take a whole week off, I end up doing the same thing! I think I get more done if I only have 1 day off…but where’s the fun in that! :) Yay you!
I get more done in one day off too! Insanity.