Busy Bee

After a long gap of two years, this past week has transported me back to my days of working as a journalist.

Well, to give you some perspective, I have spent the greater part of two years studying, just sitting around, setting up house and generally thinking about what I want to do with the rest of my life. While I don't have an answer yet, I suddenly have no time to think anymore.

I have been volunteering for a civic arts agency for the past three months and last week I was asked to stop volunteering and start working. What I did not know when I nodded my assent, was signing on to work for three days a week from nine to five. That would keep me busy from Monday to Wednesday, I had to make my weekly trip to the University on Thursday and to another class on Friday. Weekends are now mostly to catch up on things I failed to complete in the week.

The point of this post is not to flaunt my busy lifestyle, that is so 90s and so lame! The point is to tell you just how difficult the transition from being blissfully unemployed to having to now, use a calendar to keep track of things to do, has been. My body has revolted vociferously and refused to keep up with demands, my beautiful home looks like it has been hit by a tornado and poor Chuckles has had to deal with a grumpy wife, serving him cold spaghetti and falling asleep before ten everyday for the past week. It seemed so much easier when I was in my early twenties! I was used to working the whole day, skipping meals, standing in the hot sun, filing stories, and then partying till midnight only to wake up early for work the next day.

Hopefully week two will be better. Watch this space for more.