This nostalgia is draining me, but I’ll talk about this some another time.
I’m sitting on my bed drinking my now cold tea and reflecting on my week. It’s Friday. There is nothing that beats the feeling I get when I’m out of the office and pressing the elevator button.
My week has been okay, better than last week. I’m having busier schedules than ever, which is fine; once I learn to trust that whatever tasks I’ve been given, I’m doing them the way they should be done, I’ll be okay. I mean, they did extend my contract, right? Doesn’t that mean that I’m doing okay? It seems like my anxiety only pays attention to certain things and neglects others.
I’m a little behind schedule, which makes an extremely task-oriented person like me, extremely nervous. But that’s okay. I have all Monday to catch up. Today’s Friday, and I don’t need to worry about this until Sunday night.
I’ll be taking 10 days leave at the beginning of November, which I’m very excited about. I’m hoping to travel, or at least escape everything for a few days. I think I need a few days in a faraway place where I only read, meditate, and watch Audrey Hepburn movies all day long.
I’m even thinking of escaping alone or with people, anywhere, I just need to get out of here and reflect. I think I might give this a shot, a small gem within Lebanon;
I hope I do actually, whether alone or with someone.