No Wiggle Room
Every now and then (and more frequently of
late), I have a week without wiggle room. This is
one of those weeks, which is why I haven't updated
this column in a few days. I get up at 4:30 a.m.,
go to one job till midday, move on to the next job,
work well into the evening, then finally go home...
only to stay up late working on freelance writing
assignments. After about five hours of sleep, I get
up and do it all again.
Fortunately, not every day of the week is like
that, or I'd probably pass out at the bottom of the
Shamu tank one morning from sheer exhaustion. But
these crazy spurts tend to eat up large chunks of
my schedule, leaving me little time for even
commuting from place to place, much less watching
"Seinfeld" or doing any personal writing.
If I didn't plan weekend getaways into my
schedule from time to time, I'd probably lose my
grip on sanity. This overworked routine has become
so ingrained that I have trouble "constructively
playing" on the occasional weekend off. Rather than
planning fun things to do on the weekend, I too
often just end up sleeping in, running errands and
...writing this column. Leaving town ensures that I
get some quality R&R.
And after all of these 60-hour work weeks, a
week in Cabo San Lucas will be heaven-sent. Next
Monday, instead of cleaning up dolphin poop, I'll
board a plane for Mexico. Instead of soaking up
abuse from angry callers, I'll soak up sun
poolside. Instead of drinking coffee to get myself
going at 5:00 in the morning, I'll be sipping
margaritas to start the evening's festivities at
5:00 in the afternoon.
And there'll be tons of wiggle room.
©2003 Michael
Strickland ALL RIGHTS
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