I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow!
Really exciting news, eh?
Well, it is to me! I haven’t had a hair cut for months, because I just haven’t had the time. Literally every weekend since the beginning of the Olympics has been jammed; I’ve been double or even triple booked almost every day of every weekend, and plenty of weekday evenings too.
It sounds incredibly whiny to complain (and I do apologise for said complaining), because it’s all been really fun stuff and it’s been a privilege to experience it. I loved the Olympics, I loved having my friends and then my parents here (for a total of seven weeks in just over two months). I even enjoyed most of my training for the Vancouver-Seattle ride; I just seriously underestimated how much of my time it would take up, especially in combination with hosting visitors. I’ve had to turn down lots of invitations to fun events this year, and I feel like I’ve neglected many of my friends.
I’ve also neglected myself. I find that I need some down-time at least every second weekend; time spent just hanging out, either by myself or with just Mr E Man. Time spent reading, writing, playing my guitar, playing card and board games with Mr E Man, or online Monopoly when I’m feeling really burned out – that kind of thing. But I haven’t had any real down-time for such a long time (hosting jet-lagged UK visitors eliminates even my early morning pre-work pseudodown-time), and I’ve been feeling it, both mentally and physically. In fact I’ve been feeling much the same way my hair looks – as it gets longer, its own weight starts to pull the curls out of it, and when it’s not being limp and flat it gets fuzzy and annoying instead.
Last weekend, I had my first real down-time in months. It was heaven. I didn’t do ANYthing (except watch football) on Saturday, then on Sunday I actually had the time to go clothes shopping to replace the literally falling-apart clothes I’ve been walking around in. I just got some jeans and capris and t-shirts, but it’s so nice to have more than three outfits composed of intact items of clothing again!
I’ve also started to be able to plan things again. Things that are selfishly all about ME ME ME (well, and Mr E Man too. But mostly ME). Last weekend I bought tickets for a music festival on Vancouver Island, and booked a week off work for a kayaking trip (destination TBD). I also signed up for the MS Society 60 km bike ride, a really fun event that I did a couple of years ago – 60km is a piece of cake now, and I could afford to cover the minimum donation amount myself without having to bug any of my friends. I feel like I’ve got my life back, and the summer can finally begin!
And tomorrow I get to break free from the last of the dead weight! My curls will spring back – and hopefully, so will I!