I feel like I’ve been stuck in slow motion for a week.
It’s like someone has pressed the pause button without warning. In that moment of suspension it’s not pretty; my face is distorted in a weird way that I don’t recognise and I’m about to speak, only there are no words.
When the button is pressed and play resumes I’ve lost my train of thought. Words spill out, but in gobbledygook. There has been some serious weather interference and I’m not myself anymore—I’m a pixelated sub-human.
I look like I’ve grown another head, maybe even a tail and I still feel like I haven’t managed to smooth out all of the edges.
So I took a week off work with nothing special planned, other than using up some accumulated leave and needing a bit of a breather. The intention was to get some perspective…some me time, and just to slow down.
Unfortunately I don’t feel well rested as things didn’t pan out as expected. That’s possibly why taking a break and staying at home was probably the worst thing that I could have done. It’s nothing serious, just life with a three-year-old who isn’t sleeping well at the moment, and my own inability to stop working.
A friend of mine tells me that expectation is the root cause of disappointment. I’m not sure that I agree with him entirely, however, I did have high hopes for something so simple, yet possibly unattainable. Had I renewed my passport in time I would have fled my life for the week and headed to Melbourne.
But good news has come my way on a couple of fronts. One is a project that I’ve been planning towards for a while now, and looking back I can see that it was well worth the effort and stress. Albeit, there is plenty of work ahead.
The other is…well, I don’t want to jinx things…
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