As has been thoroughly discussed through many blog posts already, a New Year is generally a time for New… where we all make promises to ourselves and embrace the hope that something is going to change and maybe it will change without our having to do a thing.
I embraced hope a long time ago. I find that Christmas and a New Year only magnifies that but it’s with me all year long or has been the past year as I recovered from surgery a year ago. I’ve already said that I would love the opportunity to be able to appreciate what is around me instead of staying in bed too long and then racing around, Holy Terror-like, trying to make it out the door on time. I have NEVER been a late person but I can see how I could easily become one!
I had the luxury of working a day and a half last week and it was amazing. By Thursday I was getting stuff done incredibly quickly. I was settling in to that glorious routine. The routine where I could spend hours working on something or I could spend no time because there would be something else to move on to.
I dreaded going to work on Friday because I was booked right through. I didn’t even, as usual, get the so-called scheduled lunch… I rarely do. That would require people leaving early and people arriving on time rather than early to their appointments. Add in corporate email and it makes for a great day! I got an email, in the midst of this over-packed day, asking if I can cover Jan 23rd because the person that works Wednesday and Thursday is going on maternity leave starting the 20th. Ummm… well, not really. Because a) you will simply add it on to my week instead of trading me a day for it, and b) I’ve been down this road with you before and if I give an inch, you will take a yard! I say that because the day before I received an email asking me if I would be able to cover any Wednesdays and/or Thursdays until a replacement could be found which opens another can of worms that I am not prepared to open at this time. A few of you know what’s inside the can other than worms!
I know that we all get set in our ways and have our own traditions (or perhaps we use the term ‘tradition’ to cover up being set in our ways) but I have had Wednesdays off since late 2004 except the days that I covered off vacation once I got to family practice. I have settled myself, very comfortably, into a 28-30 hour work week and as writer that has been important… I can’t even begin to imagine the number of words that have been written on Wednesdays! I don’t want to work 40 hours a week if I can help it! Unless it’s something that I absolutely LOVE which might be something to do with writing!
So as this blog post comes to a close I don’t feel like I have too many words of wisdom today. I feel like this was just a place to gather some thoughts this time. I know that I often read posts like these and at least empathize with the author because, usually, at one time or another, there has been an instance where we have all experienced similar feelings if not a similar situation.
I keep coming back to wanting to find balance and I think that’s just what we all want!
P.S. I wrote back and stated that I have other commitments on my days off… I didn’t specify but the wellness studio is one of those commitments from 10-1 on Thursdays. Add in my teaching and I think my week is pretty rounded out and full.