I am going away *yay*
Well, I am off to a nice hotel on the beach (east coast of Australia) to be a part of a writing team. I leave tomorrow.
Why am I happy about this? Easy. I get up at around 5 :30 get my son organised for school, and myself for work. I get to work about 7:30 am and dive strait in. I run around like a bloody idiot, having similtaneous conversations with many people, juggle paper work and deadlines, deal with a lot of people who are unhappy about 'this' or 'that' then leave at about 5 - 5:30. I then race home to pick up my son from after school care. I do the frantic 'mum' thing- dinner, supervise homework, pour a nice red, help my husband (who is quite ill), bathtime for son.. blaah blah. Bedtime story.
Ahhh, then my time. That is used to prepare all the stuff I need to do the next day. (sometimes I even sneak in to write my blog). I work on a variety of work related projects until I am ready to pass out at around 11 pm.
I am a rat in a wheel. At this stage, I am not bored with this life, but I do get tired.
So I am going to stay at this hotel, do my 9-5 writing job and then I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE TO COOK DINNER! I won't be an 'onduty' mum or wife.
It is going to be the most decadent peace I will get for a long time.
ANd you know what... I will have no guilt... and I will breathe in the stillness.
I am feeling pure momentary joy.
