Now then, nearly the end of the week and it just can't come soon enough. I know, I'm slipping into a week-hopper. A week-hopper is someone who hops from week to week, looking forward to Friday like there's no tomorrow - which must make Thursdays tricky, now that I think about it.
Anyway, week-hoppers love a weekend beyond pretty much everything else there is, and they probably start thinking about it sometime on Wednesdays with the full intention of winding down accordingly. Oh, and they'll be gathered round the coffee machine on Monday mornings like espresso-toting zombies, sipping the assorted flavours of depression from the Nestle 3000.
I have no desire to be a week-hopper. I think, if we're living our lives properly, Monday mornings should thrill us just as much as any other, and Fridays should be just as productive, if we're passionately pursuing the thing that we love. I'm not there either. I'm not a passion-driven technical author (despite the suggestion that I should be according to our company values... ssshh!) Nope, I'm somewhere in between these two extremes, happily floating along in a job I know I can do quite well... that also happens to be wackily overloaded with stuff until Christmas. And this week, Week 137 with all its quirky little conversations and tasks and challenges... feels like it should probably already be over. Well over.
That's a fairly round-about way of explaining that I'm shattered, isn't it? Well it's true - I'm pretty tired. Choir, Calcot, the thing I blogged about the other day, early morning starts with random stories... I've only myself to blame really.
The trouble with 'living-for-the-weekend' and limping from one week to the next is that it's too easy to get sucked into a very boring pattern. How long does that cycle of week-to-week joy and despair last? I think professional week-hoppers must have to break it up with those sun-soaked holidays people talk about - annual or semi-annual breaks when you can leave your inbox behind and drink cocktails by the pool or something.
But doesn't that just create another longer cycle? I mean, that inbox might be gloriously far away if you're drinking wine on a sun-bed in Turkey or Cyprus - but you know, don't you, that that old inbox is filling itself up with every sip of your pinot? Some people get so stressed preparing to go on holiday and then so depressed the week they come back, I wonder whether they've collected up more stress than they lost while actually on holiday.
Then the cycle begins again. Well, I can't live like that, I just can't, and I don't want to get sucked into it. I need things to look forward to, goals, aims challenges, excitements and events. I need people to hang out with who make me ache for company when they're not around and ache with laughter when they are. I need family who would race across the heavens to be with me in a crisis, knowing I'd do exactly the same for them. I need passion and life and love and faith in my life to keep me from week-hopping.
Well, having said all that, I guess it is accelerating towards the end of the week in any case. I might just go to sleep tomorrow night - it'll be the first night this week without massive pressure in it from the moment I get home. Before that though, all the joys of Day 604, the Friday of Week 137. See you on the other side.
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