After several weeks of preparations, and a manic weekend trying to juggle everything involved in a major birthday party for my other half, sixty guests, caterers, music, and then a day of reversing that entire process, I’m running on fumes. Staying up throughout Saturday night probably didn’t help – I tried to stay awake, but found myself almost falling asleep on my feet on Sunday afternoon. I went to bed for an hour, and slept for three hours. Go figure.
The funny thing though? Today I am racing between tasks, wondering what to do next – I think maybe you just get used to running flat-out, and then when you don’t need to any more, it takes a while to realise you can afford to slow down, gather your thoughts, read a book, and maybe write a blog post or two.
Of course I’m at work right now, so this isn’t the long rambling blog post you might have expected – but maybe there will be one soon.
In other news, I wrote this post at lunchtime, and it’s been sat in a browser tab for the last three hours. Maybe the world isn’t slowing down that much after all.