>I survived it, that thing called work and that condition called overworked. Yesterday was the first Sunday in a month probably that I’d not spent at work. I had been working on every off, even festival holidays because there was so much happening in the office. On most days, I was the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. Because with great power comes great responsibility. And what am I if not Superwoman, eh?!
So there I was doing 10-12 hour days at work, only to come home, get ready and be off to celebrate someone’s biirthday, someone’s baby’s birth, someone’s Eid get-together… And I have to give it to The Guy for being super patient all the while. If I were in his shoes, I’d be bored and whiny. He was plain supportive, just like I like my man to be – missing me but not killing me with guilt. He messaged me a dozen times to tell me he was missing me the night we closed the special edition we’d been working on, and I landed at for a party after midnight!
It’s been like a roller coster ride. Lots of yelling, highs and lows, twists and turns, fear, excitement, joy to be doing something I’d never done before. But this roller coster ends right on the top. The extra hours, the working in my sleep and the tendency to eat/breathe work has paid off, I guess. Hopefully, it’s all been worth it. But I’m glad now to be getting back to a more normal pace at work.
I want some quietude, some time to relax, to go get a pedicure, to get my arms and legs waxed instead of picking up the razor as a last minute resort, to get a facial once in six months, like normal women do. I’d like to have enough time to not have to go out on a limb just to meet my sick nephew. Or have to plan a call to my cousin who’s suffering from dengue. I was planning a European holiday – to look and explore and learn. Now, I just want to go to place where I can unwind, to switch off my Blackberry and deactivate all email notifications. And I wonder what it must be like for my boss, who has ten times more sh$% to handle than me!
But does that mean this pace is killing me? That I want time out? No, not yet. I think that after all, this is how I like it. I like my days full, my head crammed with ideas, my heart and head all in one place. But if I could slow down just a tad bit, I’d be able to stretch myself out longer, I think. And blog a little more!
Considering how erratic I have been with blogging, I should be considering shutting down this blog. Most days I have no time to come and write here, others I have no coherent thoughts! But I can’t give up blogging. I can’t! I like it here – to be talking, to be around here listening to what you have to say. Even in this mad rush of the last month, I’d check up on a few fave blogs, just to de-stress, just to check up on bloggers I was thinking about. I don’t think I can blog with the same fervour that I did before, because that fervour has gone to work with me, but I still can’t stop being a blogger!