Aug 11 2014
Mid Year Review: A corporate term that makes everyone scramble to take time from their already packed schedule and work load to look at what they are doing to refocus and reprioritise to make sure the year’s key targets are achieved. Well, at least that’s the aim. But half the time, everything remains important and everything remains urgent. Lack of time or resources just means putting extra late hours to ensure deadlines are met.
I’ve been through a couple of such. And as I started hitting my limits at work from various reasons, I decided I needed a time-out. As like a mid-year review, to see what exactly I’m doing, and exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life.
So I am now having 2 months of me-time. And by that, I don’t intend to turn back into a SAHM again cos that is the best way to lose my me-time. At least in the office, I can cater some time to myself to focus on my own matters and solve my own problems. As a SAHM, unless the little one is asleep, I’m forever at her beck and call – and should I not, I’ll end up feeling guilty afterwards. Best way to end up hating myself rather than recharging my batteries, really.
And how did my me-time start? Badly. I fell really sick on my last few days at work – catching mycoplasma (which google informed was a mild form of pneumonia). My throat burned so bad and my body ached so much. And each time I suffered a coughing fit, I’ll be hacking my lungs out for a full minute as tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. Probably one of the worst bugs I’ve ever caught.
Thank goodness it has since been about 12 days and I believe the worse is over. The bodyaches still come and go but at least my throat feels normal once more. Thank goodness too that when I was struck down by the bacteria, I was already going on leave and was able to rest more at home. That is, if I can really reject the daughter’s constant demands. Just the past weekend, she came bobbing along to me.
She: Mommy, Saturday is National Day! Where are we going?
Me: Mommy is very sick. Mommy needs to rest at home.
She: …. Then where is Daddy bringing me?
Me: Mommy is sick so Daddy needs to stay at home and look after me.
She: But mommy, you are so big already you can look after yourself. Daddy can bring me out.
Me: …… (muttering inwardly what an uncaring daughter I have)
But health is mine own. I guess I really can’t rely on someone else to ensure I remain in the pink of health. While my daughter showed her uncaring side in my weakest moment, *sob*, I got reminded that it was really up to myself to ensure I build up my body’s resistance. So once I get my clean bill of health, the first resolution I’m setting would be to pick up an exercise regime that continues beyond these 2 months of sabbatical.
Onto my second course of antibiotics and I’m almost there! Once I’m up on my feet again, I can truly start recharging my batteries to prepare for the next journey waiting for me.