Rushing

I have realized that I prefer to work and live at a leisurely pace. In the last few weeks, work has been busier than ever before as I take on new grant writing for two other organizations (which has been fun, but a learning curve about new topics that had to happen rightnow because the deadlines were all on the same damn day) while I keep up the normal things and do beginning of the year stuff. So that, on Wednesday, when I finished the bulk of the grant stuff, I went home, put the kids to bed, lay on the couch in a weird between wake and sleep state for an hour before Michael came home, watched something on TV, and then slept for a good 9 hours. I took a nap Thursday and went to bed early again. Oh, how old my brain feels!

But I realized that I used to like working under a high amount of stress, but these days, I like to take my time and get things done days in advance so I'm not rushing around. I like to have time to breath and check in with myself and reality, rather than escape from reality. When I went skiing in January with a majority type-A personality group of women, we skied one blue run the first day and then headed straight for the black diamond bowls. Oh my! I lasted a few runs and then had to go off on my own because, what I realized, is that I am also a leisurely skier. Forget this fighting with myself to get down difficult runs. I just want to enjoy it. I want the freshly groomed blue runs where I can feel like I'm flying. My mom might say I've always been this way, not liking to be rushed when I was getting ready for school. If so, it's a tendency that's gotten worse.

I look forward to leaving work today at 3:30 and heading to Lefthand for a leisurely Friday afternoon pint with Michael. Between my work schedule and the return of indoor plumbing to my house, I feel quite spoiled (even if my car door won't open when I go to get in it).