On a break……

No….not from a relationship or anything. A break from work, from long boring meetings and tight schedules. And boy do I know about schedules. I think it comes from being schooled in a boarding. The kind of boarding school where you wake up at 4 freaking 30 in the morning, get 30 minutes to get showered and dressed to only be queued up in a single file line to attend mass at 5 am. You get the picture, right???

Well when you’ve lived like that for what seems like more than a decade, schedules become part of you. They are ingrained into you, much to my dismay I turned out to be just like my mother superior expected me to be….atleast in the schedule following, disciplinarian kind of way. So when I decided to take time off from work I didn’t completely foresee the disarray it would cause me.

It’s actually just day 4. I know what you’re thinking, exactly how much of a control freak is she??? Right?? Right??? Well if you are thinking that then screw you, if you’re not, then I think we’ll get along just fine. You see I am one of those people who knows exactly what needs to be done when I wake up. Right now I wake up and then there’s about 30 seconds of me going,” ok what now”. The answer that usually follows is,” brush your teeth”.

What does one do after they have spent about 15 minutes of their time brushing their teeth, I have never ever spent that much time brushing my teeth before….EVER!!!!

I engage in all sorts of random activities like watching the news on BBC (which is usually depressing) to attempting to meditate (my minds just so full of thought lately, I cannot seem to do very well) to making coffee.... when I’m done doing these things I turn around to look at my treacherous clock only to find it to be 7; 15 am.

And what’s going on in my head it, exactly how and when did it happen? This thing?? How did I let myself to be so caught my in doing chores and stuff that when I’m left alone I begin to question the purpose of my living? Is it only work and hectic schedules that define us now-a-days? Why can’t we be pleased to know that we have taken some time off to do nothing? Why must we do something all the time?

Do we really need to have pile on to do lists? And turn around to look at the clock to know it’s the end of the day and you don’t even know how you got there? Right now I have all the time in the world to smell the roses as they say, but I’m finding it difficult to get myself to do just that.