I’ve been really busy with work this past week and things show no signs of letting up. I spend fourteen hours a week teaching. Last week I did an extra twenty-two hours (unpaid) of record-keeping, paperwork and other such tasks. I’m not finished yet – there are still next week’s lessons to prepare. Stress, stress, stress.
So to get on top of things, I was going to spend this weekend working. Notice my use of the past tense. I came to my senses. No matter how good a job we want to do, no matter how dedicated we are to it, no matter how fearful we are of losing it in these parlous times, there is a limit. I recognised that as the week progressed, I was becoming less and less efficient, my thinking became muddled, I had to keep checking and double-checking what I’d done. Sometimes I thought I’d done something when I hadn’t, sometimes I thought I hadn’t when I had! I’m sure you’ve experienced this feeling.
So I got out my files this morning…then I put them away again and booked some theatre tickets instead. Tomorrow I plan on having a swim and spa in the morning and going dancing in the evening. I need to look after myself before I cease to function. So do you.
What do you plan on indulging in this weekend?