Peace of mind…
The best indicator that I’m enjoying my vacation is that I’ve lost track of time and constantly have to ask what day/date it is.
Lately I’ve been putting in a lot of extra hours in the office and also bringing my work home with me to make sure I get everything done, but it finally paid off. Now there’s only 15 minutes left in the work day before I can finally start my three week vacation!!! I thought I was gonna be on cruise control today but I was still going hard to the very last minute.
The last few months at work have left me physically and mentally drained, probably more than I’ve ever been at any other time with any other job that I’ve had in my life. I’ve been on overdrive for so long that it feels weird to finally take my foot off the pedal for a second. I don’t know if it’s the delirious state that I’m in or if it’s just a sigh of relief, but I damn near feel like crying tears of joy right now. haha.
I don’t know if I’ve said it before, but I don’t really like praising myself in public like this, but in this case I have no issues giving myself a pat on the back. I worked my ass off and really earned this vacation. It bugs the hell out of me when I set a goal for myself and can’t achieve it (this could be a strength or a weakness), so I’m glad that I was able to finish everything so I don’t even have to think about work for the next three weeks.
Tomorrow morning all I have to do is finish the little bit of packing that’s left, then I’m going to treat myself to a deep tissue massage so I can be fully relaxed before boarding a plane to the Philippines.
After all this anticipation, I finally did it.
Motherland…here I come!! Wooooooooo!!!!!!
Exactly one month from today, I will finally be in the Philippines. I’ve grown so accustomed to the idea of wanting to go that it’s kind of surreal knowing that time is quickly approaching and it will actually happen sooner than I think.
This is a much needed, and well deserved, three week vacation. Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure this is my first one in over a decade (not counting the occasional weekend getaway). I’ve been living on my own and basically supporting myself since my 2nd year of college, so even though I might not have a fat wallet, I’m proud of myself for handling my responsibilities and getting things done.