I have been insanely busy lately. As in, I’m putting in 60+ hours per week at work and still trying to remain somewhat social with other humans in my “free time” (in quotes because it doesn’t seem so free when it’s an item on a to-do list). For an introvert, this leads to exhaustion. As in, I’m in fetal position on the couch, curled up against the guy who loves me even when I’m cranky, at 7:30pm, watching episodes of “Intervention” as a pick-me-up.
But, despite a pile of work on my desk, I took a lunch break today. I’m fiercely stubborn about my lunch breaks. It’s my time to step away from the desk to eat (duh) and READ. Yes, READ. I’ve made a pact with myself that no matter how busy I get, I will always be in the midst of reading a book. I will always have that diversion, even if it’s just for 20 minutes on my lunch break. Somehow, I’m more OK with laundry going undone or dishes unwashed than I am with ending a day without having read a page.
