In three short weeks, I will be done working. In three short weeks I will be waking up on a Friday, for the longest weekend of my life. In three weeks, I’m gonna have to figure out what to do with my time. That’s both awesome and scary at the same time.
People have asked me if I am going to travel. “Of course”, I say “It is what I do”. Where to, I am not sure.
People have asked me what my plans are and I just brush it off and say that I will figure it out. People have said not to waste the time, to do something meaningful. Other people have said not to worry about it and just relax and enjoy not having to do anything. The truth is, I’m not sure how this will play out.
I have a few short term things, and of course, I’m always mindful of being healthy and exercising and eating well. I’ll probably put more energy into that and more of a focus on doing some activities with the kids while they are out of school. Beyond that, I just don’t know.
I guess I am still in the groove of trying to finish things out right and my mind is not yet transitioning into “summer” mode. I’m also still living day by day, doing things in “just in time” mode, and until I truly have those extra 40 hours a week, that will probably continue.
In any case, it’s time to get up now and start my daily Friday grind. I’ve got lots of work, lunch with my Mom, Jazzercise, and then meeting a co-worker tonight to share a bottle of wine. It should be a good day.
Counting Down the Days,