Sometimes my problem is that I'm way too busy. And sometimes my problem is that I'm happily busy, but I don't manage my time well, and then suddenly I'm way too busy again. And sometimes my problem is that I agree to do work I don't even really have to, because…geez, I don't know. Maybe I'm addicted to being busy? Or to making money? Or to being at my computer?
At any rate, it can't be good for me to spend so much time in my office. Much of it is necessary, and some of it I truly enjoy and don't want to give up. But here are the hours of my life I want to reclaim: the ones where I should be doing my work, but I'm aimlessly goofing off online to take a "break" from it.
It's not that I don't need breaks. I just need them out in the real world more often, because I'm starting to forget what it is I even enjoy doing out there.
I was talking this over with my brilliant husband the other night, and he suggested that I take a look at my calendar each week and then figure out when I can take one day completely off. (Yes, I've gotten so bad that it's been weeks—or months?—since I've had a whole day off.) So I did that, and it's tomorrow. It will be interesting to see if I remember how to have fun.