Down Time

I have found myself oddly driven these past few days. This is ironic, because I have about one-quarter of the things to do that I did in December.

Or perhaps I overestimate the irony. In December, I was running around like the proverbial beheaded chicken. Caroling gigs sometimes twice a day, driving through rush-hour traffic to Christmas Carol shows in Salem, and the usual KidStage shifts on top of that. And then there was knitting, baking, shopping and the rest of the holiday craziness.

I had this past Sunday and Monday off. I can't remember the last time I had two days in a row off and was not also traveling at the time. I cleaned like a crazy person on Sunday, determined that the new year would not bring the residents of "Malden House" living in a pigsty. I also had nothing else pressing to do, and I am not good at sitting on my butt doing nothing.

Which is why I am sitting here blogging, as opposed to vegging on the couch. I have actually - gasp! - had my fill of vegging for a few days. This is not necessarily a bad thing, nor does it mean I will not appreciate the next day off when it comes around. But it does also make me appreciate the fact that I actually like my job. There's a lot to be said for leaving the house and not dreading arrival at one's destination. And it makes me enjoy my days off more, knowing that when they end I won't be totally miserable.

Which is not to say, mind you, that I am not driven to get to the next "level." I have several projects in the works that I can't wait to get moving on, and I would like what I'm currently doing to expand in the meantime. (I don't mean to be cryptic... but I'm not one to share details until a project is complete and I can actually put my hands on the finished product.)

I am now beginning to ramble. Mayhaps I am more tired than I thought. Perhaps a retreat to the couch wouldn't be an entirely bad thing after all...