Next week, I’m not doing any work. Well, OK, I’m not doing anything except the one bit of work I couldn’t get finished before the deadline because I haven’t got all the information to finish it with. Then I’m done.
I’m planning to do loads of things I never get a chance to do. I’m going for a swim, and to the gym. I’m going to find a couple of good films to watch at the cinema and just lose myself for an afternoon. I’m going to sit in coffee shops and people watch, to come up with ideas for my fun novel project. I’m going to get round to watching all the films I still have from Love Film and haven’t managed to watch yet. I’m going to read loads of the books I have on my Kindle, listen to music, and write a bit of the novel for NaNoWriMo every day.
I can’t wait!
I love that feeling just before a week off, where I haven’t got anything to do. Even if I have plenty to do when I come back to work! I’m a bugger for not letting myself have any time just to ‘be’ and I’m really looking forward to waking up tomorrow and thinking “Nothing to do for over a week”
I’m going to keep on blogging about the things that make me happy though – I missed a couple of days because I was a bit poorly but I’m back on it now, feeling grateful and happy that I have the kind of job where I can just decide “Sod it – I’m taking time off and nobody’s gonna stop me.”
In an ideal world, I’d be going to Paris, Venice or Verona with the beloved. maybe next year. Until then, I’ll spend my time imagining travelling to all these places and then writing about it. Well, it’s a start…