Yup. It’s that time. Time to return to work after a lovely long break. That’s the advantage to being a teacher–you get lovely long breaks. That’s not to say I didn’t bring a large box of grading home to do or that I didn’t have a bunch of lesson plans to type out, because I did. I even got all that work done. What I didn’t accomplish was what I wanted to do. I could blame family coming coming to visit–they did. I could could blame the holidays that require preparation and planning–they did. But really I have no one to blame but myself. Honestly, it felt too good to just take time to myself. But more on that in a moment.
I think it’s undervalued, that taking time for one’s self. Somehow you have to replenish you strength, your spirit, your sleep bank. I can’t speak for other writers, but I always feel that I’m not doing enough. I always have that something hanging over my head, bugging me, making me feel inadequate. That I have something to do that I’m not doing. If only I were smarter, better, faster, needed less sleep.
The stupid thing is (going back to that whole replenishing the well) that when I do work and push myself, I feel better and have more energy and more creativity. So basically what I’m confessing to is laziness. Sigh.
Anyone have any anti-laziness pills?
What I’m reading now:
Risky Business by Nora Roberts