And just like that, Friday is over, and so is my week off of work. Well, technically I still have the weekend to get through, but for all intents and purposes I’m going to just say that this is it. Now, I suppose I could get down on myself for not having done everything I really wanted to do. I didn’t go to the bank to talk to my personal finance person about my RRSPs. I didn’t go to the doctor to get a physical. I didn’t make time to head to Yorkdale for new clothes although, I did get some clothes from the local mall. No doubt, there’s a lot that should have been done.

It’s probably out of character for me to say it, but I need more time off! Usually I’m chomping at the bit to get back. I made a really strong effort to not put myself online and accessible to my colleagues. I’ve had enough people tell me that I needed to just disconnect. Yes, I slipped up here and there, but this time around I really did manage to separate myself more than I ever had before. What’s different this time around? I think there’s now just a missing sense of urgency. I refuse to allow myself to get caught in all the panic. Not anymore.

So yes, I need more time off because this one week just didn’t seem to cut it. All the same, I’m actually proud of this week just because it was sort of frivolous: it was all for myself. I don’t do that enough, you know? Sometimes it seems like I’m way too busy thinking about other things such that my own needs kind of get lost in the shuffle. I can’t afford to lose myself any more. It seems that the corporate world hardly cares about the individual. It’s up to each person to keep himself or herself a priority. I should never forget that.