It’s been, what, three weeks since I went back to work? And already I feel in need of a vacation.
Those last few weeks of my summer vacation, I could actually relax. I read; I crocheted.
Now I’m always hurrying again, always looking at the clock, always feeling like the things I should do are piling up faster than I can do them.
The crocheting lies on my desk, untouched.
Clearly this means that something needs to change. I just don’t know what.
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