Hanging in there
I’m somewhat blank sitting here on the train on my way to work. Tired isn’t the right word, more like absent minded. I wish I could crawl underneath a blanket and stay there until the onset of spring. I’m bogged down with work and it starts wearing me down. I’ve been thinking about how to tackle it. As I’m a woman of extremes I tend to think in polar solutions. On one had, do I give myself the space to work a little less, sleep a little longer, spend more time with the family or do I set myself sharp targets for the next 4 – 6 weeks and work myself through this period? It’s not hard to choose really. In 9 out of 10 cases I go for the latter. If I feel tired, I often need more structure, sharp priorities and clear objectives. And at the very end a holiday with my family! The carrot on the stick so to speak. So next few weeks I have promised myself to work more, watch less TV, just prioritise my time better. The bullshitting is over. It’s time to roll up the sleeves and get dirty.

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