It’s 5:22pm, and I am sitting at my desk at work. Waiting for a file to finish uploading or whatever t’s doing. While it’s a relief to know I’m busting out of this little box office in a short while, a little nagging voice says ‘If you stay late enough, you don’t have to run!’.
Well, that’s no fun. I’ve spent 6 weeks now trying to ignore that little voice. Why is it back with such a vengance at such a critical part of my day? Oh right, it’s the hardest point of my day. The point of the day where I used to drive home like a maniac, only to trade my jeans for sweats and plop in front of the TV. The point of the day where I made the conscious decision to sit on the couch instead of doing something worthy with 5+ hours of my day. Every day.
Sigh. The little voice is getting smaller. But it’s still there.