I had a nine-day vacation recently and I've been thinking a lot about how different things are when I go to work versus staying at home. Here are some things that really stand out:
- When I don't go to work, I rarely wear makeup or look in the mirror. I remember a couple of days when I didn't even wash my face in the morning because there were too many things I wanted to do - so didn't even think about my face. When going to work, it's a whole production to get the corporate veneer on... putting on the makeup, picking out an "outfit", etc.
- I didn't wear any jewelry except for my smallish earrings. At work, I'm decked out with two sets of earrings (double piercing in both ears), a watch, a bracelet on the other arm, 2 rings and sometimes a necklace if it doesn't look too busy. One thing I know: I will be selling a lot of my jewelry when we move to the farm!
- I wore my hair up every day one way or another. I move so much at home doing so many different things that wearing it down is impossible. At work, I sit at a computer all day so I rarely wear it up. Wearing it down is easy since I move very little.
- I didn't read a newspaper or watch the news at all. At work, I read the paper on my lunch break. It was more peaceful without having a daily bombardment of bad news (as there is rarely good news reported). I think it's important to stayed informed, but I don't need to know about the daily minutia of local, country and world.
- I had boundless energy and jumped out of bed in the mornings at home, eager to start my day. That is partially because I get about three hours more sleep on days I don't go to work. When I have to get up for work (alarm goes off at 4:30), I am not so enthusiastic. Well, I'm just plain tired... and have to put on make-up... and pick out an outfit... and, well - it's mind-numbingly draining some days to "get it together". I've been doing this for 38 years for cryin' out loud.
- I am busy and moving and creative at home. One thing leads to the next and it's constant fun, whether I'm doing laundry, making soap, putting trim on a pot or cleaning up the kitchen. At work, it is pleasant and the people are wonderful, but I feel bound and encumbered.
Those are just a few things I noticed. This is not a rant or complaint, however. I am lucky to have my job and I love it. I just know that when we move to the farm, my life will change dramatically. I am happy now, but can I say... I can't wait to get there?