I’ve been home for a couple of weeks now, grounded, as it were, since I haven’t been flying. I am definitely in touch with the wonderlust inside of me and I have been looking forward to hitting the road again soon. Thankfully, I’ll be 30k miles high by Tuesday AM. Until then, a thousand and one things need to happen or should happen and I’m not that entirely committed to pushing some of those through.
Every once in a while, I’ll hit a patch of general noncommittal where I would rather put everything aside, since I haven’t the sense or focus to hone in on any of it. I’ve come to understand myself well enough that during these rare days, I have to give myself the time I need to do nothing of what I had planned. This week has been tough, though, since I have technically been “working from home.”
I haven’t really been able to fully unplug, though moments in between meetings have served as the perfect oasis to play Spliterature or other sort of games. Besides gaming, a little artistic expression emerged in the form of drawings. But for the most part, I’ve been working and going against the grain of what my mind, body and soul tell me I should be doing. As responsible as it may sound that I’ve worked when I would rather not, it’s really not responsible at all if you take into consideration that I’m not nearly as productive during these noncommittal days as I would otherwise be. I can accomplish in one day of commitment what a week of noncommittal couldn’t garner, even with the pressure of impending deadlines.
However, the workweek is almost out and if my calculations are correct, I’m going to come into the ease and flow of productivity right about Saturday afternoon. Then, all of those irksome little “to-do’s” I’ve been pushing aside all week long will move to the “to-done” pile, leaving me plenty of handsome time to prep for another 6 weeks on the glorious road.
Ready as I can be!