claudine

I didn't do any work yesterday. I had planned to work on my statistics assignment, due in ten days, but I allowed myself the morning to sleep in and catch up with newspapers and weblogs. Then I was hungry, so I went out for lunch and also stocked up on groceries. When I got home I felt so tired that all I could do was take a nap. Afterwards I decided I just wasn't in a statistics zone and allowed myself the rest of the day for catching up on (non-study) reading.



I don't, in fact, give myself enough of these full days off. I often find my days at the office so draining (while also interesting) that I can't concentrate on study in the evening, so I dedicate my non-office days to study. I had this notion that I would make Sundays true days of rest, but habits of procrastination and stress mean that I felt I couldn't take Sundays off. I can only think of perhaps two real days I have taken off since I moved house in April (apart from the days I spent moving things).



Obviously scheduling Sundays off hasn't worked. What is happening now is that I feel obliged to do a few hours of brain-work every day until my body gives up, as it did yesterday. Perhaps I just shouldn't feel guilty about resting when I need to, and try to remind myself to take some time off before I get too tired.



I don't want to be a workaholic. Life is too short for that.

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