Really? Has it been four years since I started my post-Navy career? I love my job even though it can be monotonous. I never knew rewiring old aircraft could bring enjoyment. When that “hunk of iron” lifts off the deck for the first time in over a year, it brings a tremendous sense of accomplishment. Pride fills the soul, knowing that my work and effort contribute to a legacy of only 117 years. Humanity has recently learned how to fly.
Last month, I noticed I had accumulated 174 hours of personal time, getting back to the blog topic. Knowing I can only carry 80 hours over the anniversary date, I figured it was time to take a holiday.
I am not a workaholic. Sure, I work all the time. But, I can quit anytime I want. I don’t need to call out sick to have a fun day. I am blessed with a robust immune system. Rarely do I get sick. This condition leaves me with an ample amount of days to go to work. See my logic here. Frickin’ Fudge nuggets, I’m a workaholic.
So, what did I do on my two weeks off? I watched TV and assisted my wife when she needed it. Yup, I sat on the couch as she painted the whole room by herself.
To be fair to me, this was a project that she wanted to do, and she insisted that I reset on my days off. She knows that I don’t rest on my days off, especially if I think I have something to do. I can make an excuse to work.
I did get the lifters (tappets) changed on the truck, autumn edging is done on the front lawn, and maintained this blog. Sure there was other little stuff; “busy work.” But, I did rest a lot, fight the anxiety that I should do something, and found a balance between the two.
For the most part, I’m proud of myself for taking the time to relax. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. And now it’s back to the grindstone for another year enjoying the life of a workaholic.
Until the next blog, live life and be happy.