My last few days have not gone according to plan. And honestly, it has left me feeling less than stellar.
This is mostly because the happy fun factor was missing and I feel a little like Jack from The Shining.
All work and no play and all that…
I don’t know if I would have cared as much if work was all I planned to do, but it wasn’t. My playtime simply fell through and such is life.
But that got me thinking . . . did I make those days count?
I got a lot done, sure. I mean A LOT. But if I feel the way I’m feeling, is getting things done really what was important?
I realize that the plans having to change was no ones fault and I was understanding and made the best of it . . . or so I thought.
But if feeling bummed out and burnt out is the outcome than perhaps I didn’t make my day truly...
