it takes conscious effort to force myself and decide not to go to work. it is only the third week of 2019. i usually work on both weekends for at least the whole of term 1. what change?

the days had been a blur of events and back to back meetings internally and externally and i didn’t realise how much my brain have been working until i sent an email of a very important document i hoped i completed well, to the boss, at 6.30pm on a Saturday. and that is after a day of physically up and down the levels at the mosque since 7.30am. which is after a whole day of work on Friday that ends at 12am for a monthly meeting.

which is after Wednesday and Thursday, the start of my learning journey of 4 hours travelling to and fro and a supposedly 3 hour lecture/tutorial. luckily it was the first week and an add/drop course period, so we left early after a brief introduction to the lecturer and the course we took. which was not an easy start to me, who felt like a total noob in an unfamiliar world, far out of my comfort zone.

so with the intention of not wanting to fall sick, because i really cannot afford to be, with the days i am going to thrive onwards. i told myself to let go and that the work can wait and the people can do their job.

i allow myself to rest. which also means some minor house chores, groceries shopping with hubby, went to a wedding which is thankfully within the neighbourhood, but choosing to miss out on another, and did some reading and netflixing.

and it was ok, Seri. for the first time, in my years at this job, things at work went fine without me worrying throughout the day for something to happen. alhamdulillah. and i am praying that this goodness will continue throughout the year.