It's day 5. Five hellish days of THE WORKS. We're talking, fever, aches and pains, runny nose, nasty cough, shortness of breath, ear ache, mouth ulcers and, a symptom I've never really experienced before, not being able to taste anything.
Through the delirium, sweat and tears (yes, there were tears... that's how bad it got), I realised that I could have prevented this from getting so bad. There were signs. My body did try warning me, but I ignored them. Now I have no choice. I've been forced to stop.
There have been other realisations. Some irrational ("I'm a bad wife/friend/daughter/person"). Others, more productive. The biggie? My acknowledgement that I haven't been taking very good care of myself. Over the last six months, MP and I have completely fallen out of routine. We eat out most nights and I think I've drunk more booze in the last six months, than I have in my first 28 years of life. I've stopped exercising, even piking on the weekly Yoga classes which I love. All in all, I've been putting 100% effort into work but 0% effort into me. My frown lines are etching deeper day by day, and when I look in the mirror, I see a weariness where the spark use to be.
I can't do anything about it tonight, but tomorrow's a new day. There will be no work tomorrow. Tomorrow I am going to reboot.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Holidays were a distant dream...
... which is why we take photos!
It's been four weeks since we got back from our Asia Trip, and this is probably the first weekend of normality we've had since our return. The holiday was amazing. We ate so much food! I'm going to take the lazy route and let the pictures do the talking.
Malaysia...
Hong Kong...
Japan...
(... wiping the drool off my chin)
It was a wonderful trip filled with many soul etched memories. It was good to see MP's grandparents in Mayalsia and my grandma and uncles in Hong Kong. We had a blast hanging out with Royce in Tokyo, and felt so regal, bumming with the Yees in Kuala Lumpur. We ate at an array of places, from dingy hawker stalls to three Michelin Star Restaurants. We ate the full spectrum of Asian delicacies from pork intestine soup to soft shell turtle. (I will do a separate post about our Ryokan experience in Hakone and our uber fine dining experience at Nihonryori Ryugin.)
But overall, our trip was fabulous.
Conversely, our return to Sydney has been hard. Really hard. Reality smacked us both in the face the day after we got off the plane and stepped foot into work. I've spent the first two weeks reeling from all the news and announcements that have been made, and have since been sucked back into the corporate vortex, forced to sprint at full speed.
Parallel universes do exist. I feel that the dichotomy between my holiday and my work is proof of it. One day, I'm in a sweltering third world country, sipping a cold Tei Tarek as I wait to be served three ringgit (AUD $1) Roti at a local suburban Mamak. The next day, I'm sitting in a meeting with the new Editor in Chief of the Sydney Morning Herald, and he's telling me gut wrenching news.
Well... At least I have these happy snaps to remind me that it wasn't all a dream...
It's been four weeks since we got back from our Asia Trip, and this is probably the first weekend of normality we've had since our return. The holiday was amazing. We ate so much food! I'm going to take the lazy route and let the pictures do the talking.
Malaysia...
Hong Kong...
Japan...
(... wiping the drool off my chin)
It was a wonderful trip filled with many soul etched memories. It was good to see MP's grandparents in Mayalsia and my grandma and uncles in Hong Kong. We had a blast hanging out with Royce in Tokyo, and felt so regal, bumming with the Yees in Kuala Lumpur. We ate at an array of places, from dingy hawker stalls to three Michelin Star Restaurants. We ate the full spectrum of Asian delicacies from pork intestine soup to soft shell turtle. (I will do a separate post about our Ryokan experience in Hakone and our uber fine dining experience at Nihonryori Ryugin.)
But overall, our trip was fabulous.
Conversely, our return to Sydney has been hard. Really hard. Reality smacked us both in the face the day after we got off the plane and stepped foot into work. I've spent the first two weeks reeling from all the news and announcements that have been made, and have since been sucked back into the corporate vortex, forced to sprint at full speed.
Parallel universes do exist. I feel that the dichotomy between my holiday and my work is proof of it. One day, I'm in a sweltering third world country, sipping a cold Tei Tarek as I wait to be served three ringgit (AUD $1) Roti at a local suburban Mamak. The next day, I'm sitting in a meeting with the new Editor in Chief of the Sydney Morning Herald, and he's telling me gut wrenching news.
Well... At least I have these happy snaps to remind me that it wasn't all a dream...
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