This Is Workaholic
Iâ€™ve been making my own schedule since some time in 2000 as a senior in High School. A lovely time during which I had loads of free time due to Wind Ensemble and doing track and field, and my busy extracurricular activities and AP classes made up for a lack of actual time in class. And so on it went for the subsequent 4 Â½ years; I made up my own schedule based on what I knew I could definitely handle without wanting to scream, also incorporating a daily nap (which was required when I lived in Spain) and/or some general â€˜me timeâ€™ through out the day. For I am nothing but generally evil and whiny (more so than usual) without a daily allowance of breathing room.
What amazes me about this time in my life is the abruptness of things. Something that I fear will take me ages to get over, as Iâ€™m not quite sure how people cope without that hour or two midday to be alone. Thatâ€™s what I loved about Europe and itâ€™s what I loathe about America. That everything is so workworkwork eat workworkwork, so on and so forth for years. Which is how Iâ€™ve been feeling for the past few weeks. To say that life in general has been busy would be an understatement but Iâ€™m also compensating for past financial grievances and the fact that I have to make enough to you know, eat, means that not only do I have my regular full time job, but also, babysitting and then writing and then at some point I sleep. It goes on and on ad nauseam and I rarely come up for air.
And Iâ€™m not the only one who feels pulled in so many directions just because there are 24 usable hours in a day. My peers, close friends of mine who are within the same realm and headed in the same direction as I, are often feeling pulled. But theyâ€™re considerably more rational than I to say the least, they do this interesting thing called taking a vacation. A long vacation. So, I am announcing here and publicly, so that I will hold myself to it, that in March of next year, I, Heather B, will be taking a week long vacation to somewhere, anywhere, that requires a passport.
This will be a fun (Read: like last week when I got three fillings, fun! Wheeee!) little exercise with my finances given that Iâ€™m about to spend a grand on a laptop as well as give me something to look forward to. So, let the planning begin and suggestions welcome.