My inner workaholic is rising to the surface after a 7 year hiatus and I’m not so sure I’m thrilled with the results. Yes, I am getting a TON of stuff done, but at the expense of pretty much everything else.
For example, I moved last weekend. Two days of hauling, lifting, packing, sorting, (cursing when I banged up my toe on an errant suitcase) and camping out in a house with wifi and water while waiting for furniture to arrive. It was a long, long weekend. My boyfriend and I were both exhausted by Sunday (even the dog was tired) and the absolute last thing we wanted to do (aside from unpacking my stuff) was Continue reading
