It’s Friday evening. I’m officially on leave. And I’m kinda freaking out.
I’m not good at this leave stuff. I know all the words, the mantras, the psychology of leave. It’s really important.
I am acutely aware that I have an over-developed sense of responsibility. It’s actually necessary, but currently I am point of contact for over 800 customer organisations. And there is always a whole lot of bad shit going down that my primary contacts and their team need support with. I know my colleagues will handle it, but I’m a wee bit connected…
It’s my birthday tomorrow, which compounds things. I like to reflect, usually, but this year has me off- balance somewhat. Still, I’ll make the most of it.
I’ve decided to make a plan for the next week:
The value proposition of going out of town hasn’t stacked up. So this year I’m staying home, and spending the $ on fine dining and several of Auckland’s top 50 restaurants rather than random AirBnB’s.
I’ve also set a goal of 10000 steps per day for the next 7 days.
And a goal of mastering making tortillas from scratch.
It would be nice to share with a someone, but that’s not where I am right now. Perhaps next year.