A Day Off

I have the day off due to short hours this week for our company. New contracts coming around and we are waiting for new business to start up. I work four eights this week and Wednesday happened to be the day I didn't have to work. I guess it's kind of nice to have a day in the middle of the week where I can just sit and do nothing if I want to. I was going to go out and do a few things but I realized I would be back in the truck driving, I spend a lot of my time on the road every week. My closest store to home is an hour drive.

I don't mind driving, I actually love driving. It's time to myself and as long as I've got music and podcasts to keep me going, I'm good. No, my problem is that I don't think I really ever developed the art of stopping. It's a great thing to be a good, trustworthy employee. To get the job done and do it as efficiently as possible. I go to the point of not being able to say no though, and that's a weakness. I need to learn to refuse to go beyond my means. That's why I ended up hurt several months ago, resulting in my being out of work for over two months. Even then I felt like I was a burden to my coworkers. Taking on extra stores is rough when you include the distance between and the time put in driving here and there. It affects your attitude and has a negative effect on the rest of your life. The extra money is always good, but money isn't everything.

I was about to leave a little while ago when the little man inside my head that usually screams "Hey, don't say that!" or "NO! THAT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA!" quietly said "Stay."

And I listened. I'm sitting here now writing this in my recliner. I may run to the grocery in town later to pick up a few things. I may fold some clothes for the wife (don't hold your breath, honey. Just cause I write it doesn't mean it's in stone) and putter around the house.

Yes. A day off. Just for myself. That's weird to me.

8+ miles yesterday.

Still walkin'.