I've been staying at the office late for the past few nights. (Internet on the fritz at home.) No wonder I'm so tired.
Whew! I don't think I can keep this up too much longer. I'm putting in 16+ hour days.
I'm up at 5:30am every morning, weekends included. And during the week, I'm at work by 7:30am. I'm supposed to leave the office at 4:30pm ~ which of course, I never manage to do. Then, because internet is on the fritz at my house and my son has totally taken over my laptop, I hang around the office for another 3 or so hours to use the computer. Usually when it's time to pack it up ~ so my car won't get locked up in the underground garage ~ I reluctantly head home. I'm often relunctant to leave when I do because that's just about when "the chips start to fall into place." Good thing I'm not worried about having to go home to a "hubby" or little ones. That wouldn't be cool at all. LOL
Anyway, after dragging myself home from the office, I'm left with barely enough energy to prepare myself for bed ~ it's gotten where I prepare for the next day in the morning, hence getting up at 5:30am. [I seem to remember a time when I got up at 5:30am, but that was the time when I worked on ideas I'd dreamt about the night before. I've got to work on getting back to that.] And, before you know it, I'm back up ~ at 5:30am ~ and it all begins again.
The weekends are a little different; I don't have to go into the office. The weekends have become my time to create. The only problem is that I'm so tired from the work-week, that my brain is still racing or sometimes even clogged and I find that best I can do is sit and stare out the window. My spirit is willing, but my body just won't cooperate. LOL
Whew! I don't think I can keep this up too much longer. I'm putting in 16+ hour days.
I'm up at 5:30am every morning, weekends included. And during the week, I'm at work by 7:30am. I'm supposed to leave the office at 4:30pm ~ which of course, I never manage to do. Then, because internet is on the fritz at my house and my son has totally taken over my laptop, I hang around the office for another 3 or so hours to use the computer. Usually when it's time to pack it up ~ so my car won't get locked up in the underground garage ~ I reluctantly head home. I'm often relunctant to leave when I do because that's just about when "the chips start to fall into place." Good thing I'm not worried about having to go home to a "hubby" or little ones. That wouldn't be cool at all. LOL
Anyway, after dragging myself home from the office, I'm left with barely enough energy to prepare myself for bed ~ it's gotten where I prepare for the next day in the morning, hence getting up at 5:30am. [I seem to remember a time when I got up at 5:30am, but that was the time when I worked on ideas I'd dreamt about the night before. I've got to work on getting back to that.] And, before you know it, I'm back up ~ at 5:30am ~ and it all begins again.
The weekends are a little different; I don't have to go into the office. The weekends have become my time to create. The only problem is that I'm so tired from the work-week, that my brain is still racing or sometimes even clogged and I find that best I can do is sit and stare out the window. My spirit is willing, but my body just won't cooperate. LOL
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