On Voicemail and Other Representations of Myself.

I've pretty much been a hermit for the last bunch of months. I haven't always felt like picking up the phone, or answering a text. I made plans that I cancelled. I said I'd be there and didn't go. I didn't text you back.

I don't really have a great excuse. I barely have enough time to get up, get myself to work, work 8 hours, get myself home, wind down, eat, change, go to bed, rinse and repeat. I have such a huge list in my brain of things I want to do in my real life and I've been squeezing them in bit by bit.

Somehow other people manage to work full time and have a life and not be overwhelmed by their lack of me-time. Or maybe work is their life. I love the people I work with - they are wonderful. But when I am at work I just am not doing anything on my top 10,000 things I would like to do with my time.
So I'm taking Friday off and this weekend I'm going to sleep in and we are going to visit the new Casa Herrling up in Courtenay, which will be wonderful. I'm anticipating coffees, dog walking, adorable horse-obsessed toddler, great visiting and a big bowl of me-time.