Holiday

I had a real holiday last week.

No, I didn’t go anywhere or do anything special. The holiday was marked by what I didn’t do: I didn’t check my work email.

You might be wondering why this is something worth remarking on. Or perhaps you are wondering why on earth I would check my work email when I am supposed to be on leave. Um, because I can? Well, after this last break, sans work email, I hereby pledge to never check my work email when on leave, again.

It was blissful. Not looking at my work email meant that I was completely cut off from what was happening in the office. I didn’t know what was going on or if there were any problems. I didn’t see all the requests for me to do things, all of which were perfectly fine to wait until I got back to work this week. Because I didn’t know about them until I got back to work – well, I didn’t think about them at all, until I got back to work. It was a real holiday.

I had been feeling somewhat rundown before, and after a week of much rest and relaxation, I feel pretty good. What did I do last week? Mostly: reading (read six novels in total), napping, and communing with chihuahuas.