Hours spent working: 1,520
Hours spent writing: 20
The season is coming to an end and thank goodness for that because I’m tired. Matter of fact, I’m exhausted. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into coming to the island to work but now I know. Though it was a great experience I’m ready to move on to the next chapter in my life.
I’m ready for a break. I’m ready to be energized. And I’m ready to travel again.
I’m so tired these days that I don’t know which day is which. I can barely write and that doesn’t make me happy at all. Writing makes me happy. Writing books makes me happy. Working 60 hours a week does not make me happy. That’s all I want to do is finish my book and start on the next.
With only five weeks left on the island and three important goodbyes (not necessarily goodbyes but three ‘see ya laters’), I cant wait to get on the ferry to leave. I’m taking a couple of weeks off to visit New England and have so much needed me time before heading to Key West. It will be nothing short of fabulous.
Anyway long story short, I’m very tired and I need a vacation. I need me time and soon, so very soon I will get it. I don’t think I will ever work myself this hard again. It’s not good for me to work this much. I don’t really think it’s good for anyone to work this much. You can’t properly function as a human being if you’re just working and not taking care of yourself. At least, that’s what I’ve learned.