I remember in my 20s, burning the candle at both ends meant working all day and partying half the night. I got by on 4 hours of sleep for multiple days running; then I’d sleep till afternoon on the weekends. Sometimes, one or more of my friends and I would stay up all night to watch the sun come up over the ocean (a good first date), then shower and get ready to go to work.
Lately however, I have been getting, oh, 6 hours of sleep on weeknights. I work at my job during the day. When I come home, I work some more by cleaning out a closet, making a batch of fudge, wrapping a few gifts (that was Wednesday this week). At least when I was burning that 20-something candle, I was having fun. Going to work with the occasional hang-over wasn’t so great, but a necessary evil.
So where’s the fun? Sure, I’ve been getting a great feeling of pride (the pure kind, not the 7-deadly sin kind). My hope is that I will be able to enjoy the holidays more if I am not thinking about all of the clutter I wished wasn’t there. The play element has been sadly lacking recently. After all, isn’t it balance that I seek? So this weekend, I will do things I need to get done, but I will take time to play, to act a little child-like, to be silly. Monday morning will be here sooner than I think and I really don’t want to go to work with an organization-hangover.
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