A new way of life
Two years ago I was working 50 hour weeks, dreading the 6.30am text saying that someone couldn't come into work. When that happened I would have to leap out of bed, in the shower and out, breakfast and out of the door by 7.20. Even when I went down to 3 days a week in that job it would still be the first thing I thought about when I woke up and the last thing I thought about before I went to sleep. I never relaxed and, although I was never bored (my greatest fear), I was permanently exhausted both emotionally and physically. We didn't go out in an evening because I was always too tired. We didn't do anything at weekends because it made my time off go too quickly(!!!). When I moved to my current job life improved so much I couldn't believe it. I worked fewer hours, the responsibility was far less and the load lighter. Now life has changed again. I work 2 days a week (although if a job needs finishing I will finish it and if something extra is required I'll do it) and life is even less stressful. I was thinking about this as I deadheaded the roses in the sunshine this afternoon. For the first time in many, many years I have a suntan in the summer. One that isn't the result of a holiday somewhere hot but of pottering in the garden at home. I have time to meet friends for lunch, I can go out in the evening without fear that I will be too tired in the morning to function and generally life is fun again. If it wasn't for the circumstances life would be perfect.