Sunday, 6 January 2013

Am I ready for work?

Just to go back that is, after a bit of time off over the festive season.  No I'm not, really - is the answer to that.  I don't want to.  I don't feel like it.  I haven't ironed my work shirts.  I like it much better here.  I feel completely resistant to the idea of responding to that alarm, which is going to go off three or four hours earlier than I've been getting up this week.  I feel completely resistant to the idea of leaving our house with barely a backwards glance, while there's barely grey light touching the ground.  I am tired already at the thought of parking the car and marching to the station.  I feel despondent at the idea of lining up along the platform with all the other lemmings.

To be truthful though, once on the train, I quite like it.  I like the rhythm of the movement and the opportunity to nap or read.  And in a more positive mindset, I don't mind the idea of getting off at the station near my work and seeing friendly and familiar faces.  There's a bit of pleasure at the thought of signing on and saying hello to my team and finding out how their break has been.  A bit like the first day back at school I guess.  There's that catching up to do - with people who you don't usually see anywhere much else, but who you like, and who have become part of the fabric of your life.

It will be OK.  I will manage, for a while more.  I will serve my term.  However long it takes.  There's trains to catch, bills to pay...

I haven't written much over this break.  Not much here, not much in my personal journal .... I haven't read much either.  I'm behind on most of the blogs I usually like to follow.  In a weird way, I've had less time to myself than I would get in a working week.  I guess that's family for you!  It's been really good.  I've seen quite a bit of my daughter and spend heaps of time with my small son.  I even Skyped the big one who is O/S a couple of times, which is more than I usually manage.  My partner has had the same time off as me so we've gotten to spend lots of time together too, in a good way.  We've had a couple of nice dinners out together, a BBQ lunch with the neighbours, which was really nice, and just generally hung out.

That's what holidays are for I guess.  Rest and rejuvenation.  We go back to the grindstone with fresh will and determination to turn it harder so as to be able to stop again sooner.  What a world!

A few more years, I keep telling myself.  A few more years.

I couldn't even bring myself to want to go away over this break.  The thought of having to come back again was just too depressing.  I've realised that when I leave, I want it to be a much longer leaving.  I don't want to have the prospect of coming back lurking and looming over my shoulder.  Having said that though, I'd also like to get away at least once, maybe a couple of times during the year - just for the inspiration and fun of it.

So much to do, and yet, in so many ways, what I long for is to do more of this lovely nothing!

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