In two weeks I will be downsouth trying to enjoy a week off from the grind that is day to day life.
Some people at work have said oh thats good you get your week off after all. Grr. I wanted to slap those people silly. It wasn’t the time off that upset me, it was what it represented. It represented me feeling as though I had no choice and ended up prioritising work above myself and abandoning the small tradition I had going of trying to make my birthday feel special for me.
Anyhow the itenerary for day one is planned I am struggling to decided on how to fill the rest of my time off.
Til next time….