volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- time off= bliss Time off work. Twelve days, to be precise. I'm on Day five now, and the signs and symptoms of working too much and too hard are diminishing rapidly. My skin's glowing, my eyes are sparkling, and I wake up at seven on the dot looking forward to the next sixteen hours or so. It's blissful feeling human again. Better still, my mind's had time to stretch and breathe, and all the niggling things that clog up its workings and hamper its efficiency are dropping away like lizard tails. I can think exactly what I want to think for the next week. I don't have to consider care plans, Chlorpromazine or Control & Restraint for a mere second. This feels like luxury. I was reading reviews of spa holidays today, and truthfully, if money was no object, I'd love to go off for a few days with my best friend to get pummelled and pampered. I don't think I'd come back any happier than I am now, though- maybe I'd smell better and feel smoother, but I wouldn't be any more centred or focussed. There are plans circling into view. I'm researching possibilities, and enjoying the openings that are unfolding before me, and inside I'm thinking that I could probably pull this one off. Whatever- we'll see, eh? If everything came together, I could be in a new environment, immersed in something I love, and just about able to manage financially. No more stupid shifts, weekends away from my gorgeous boy or feelings of frustrated talent and promise. When I've done my feasibility study, I'll share more details. For now, though, enigmatic's the only way. Saturday's going to be the anniversary of me meeting Arthur for the first time. Time passes, as Dylan Thomas would say. Here I am, a year on. The cherry trees are blossoming again in my favourite secret smoking corner at work. The crocuses have been and gone already. My dear ungodly-daughter can say "nails" now, and "hair" and "mine". I've spent the past fortnight feeling like I was reliving my own twisted, personal version of "Groundhog Day", but I was wrong. Things do change, and time passes. And as we officially move into Spring, I feel like I'm blossoming too. 10:51 a.m. - 25.03.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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