Waking up around 6:00 this morning, I realized something that made my day, I didn't need to be up at 6:00. The time has finally come for me to do . . . whatever I felt like. Well, OK, we all know not whatever, but that simple fact that I didn't drag my body out of bed simply to go along with my muscle memory felt like success in that department.
I had forgotten several times over the course of last week that I had off the next. Caught in the relentless flow that is my workplace, my mind refused to accept that it would have to actually stop thinking about the daily grind. I could now think of the morning's cup of coffee as a cup of coffee and not my first daily dose of caffeine. Even in my social life (yeah, there is one, a small one) I noticed a rut forming. Activities I do for fun became not so fun. Friends, while great people, became predictable once the weekend rolled around. Beer tasted . . . no beer is still fine.
I couldn't agree more with the wise saying, "Everything in moderation". The good or bad, work or play, friends, family, coworkers or food, too much of anything, for a long enough period of time, dulls the senses.
On that note, it's late, I'll finish my thoughts tomorrow . . . if I feel like it.
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