Ever since I stopped working full-time, I’ve been working Tuesday through Thursday. It made the most sense; schools tend to have their holidays and inservice days on Mondays and Fridays, so if Q was going to be off school, I’d be off, as well.
Lately, though, I’ve been thinking that maybe working three days in a row is a bit much for me, energy-wise. Quinland’s schedule is no longer a concern. So I’m going to try some new work schedules and see which works best.
First up, starting tomorrow: Monday / Wednesday / Friday. This should be interesting, as I’ll never work more than one day in a row before I get a day off to rest. Not having a four-day weekend will take some getting used to, but I can still shuffle my days if needed for a long weekend away.
I’m looking forward to seeing how this goes! If it keeps my energy at more consistent levels, I’ll be thrilled.
I have banished myself from Pemberley.
I thought long and hard about what to give up for Lent, but all along I knew I needed to give up the thing that I most crave in the world: reading Jane Austen fan fiction.
It sounds silly, I am sure. It is silly, in fact, but I can’t help it. Reading about Darcy and Elizabeth is escapism at its best for me; it takes my mind off everything else in the world, and does it in such an easy fashion that it takes very little effort on my part. (I always say that I don’t read much fantasy because I don’t like being introduced to new worlds and having to learn about them. With my Darcy stories, I don’t have to learn anything at all; the characters and locations are already familiar.)
I have been going crazy for the past 24 hours, though. I have built some powerful habits around this addiction, so every time I sit down to eat a snack, for instance, I find myself reaching for my phone. It’s going to take some time to reach for something else — or nothing else, really. It would be much better for me to live in the present and heighten my awareness of the world around me.
This world, however, is much more difficult for me than the world of Regency England, of entails and suitors and Lady Catherine deBourgh, of balls and fine eyes and ten thousand a year. This world is challenging and messy and stressful, and for whatever reason I find myself less and less able to handle that stress.
My hope is that the time I would have spent reading on my phone will now be spent in doing healthier things. Perhaps that will go a long way toward enabling me to live in the here and now, and no longer in days of yore (and yesteryear.)
Lyme Park Snowdrops IMG_0083aBR by Brian Rogers / CC BY
I’ve decided that I have to break up with my phone. We’ve been sleeping together for far too long, and it is disrupting my sleep and my health and my sanity.
I have all sorts of “reasons” why I need to have the phone in my hand until the moment I fall asleep:
- I like to read before I go to bed, using the Kindle app;
- It helps distract me from the CPAP when I first put it on, until I get used to the breathing pattern; and
- The phone is actually my alarm clock, so I need to have it right there with me.
Obviously, all of these — while true — are just excuses. All of them can be easily overcome. I could read actual books before bed, which would actually tire me out instead of energizing me as the light from the phone does. I could meditate when I put the CPAP on, which would help me get to sleep, rather than keeping me up. Last, but not least, I could just use an actual old-school alarm clock.
Enter Vader. Darth Vader. Continue reading “I’m leaving you for Darth Vader”