I know I haven’t posted anything in a couple of days and I have missed my little blogette (to me Interrobang is a rather feisty female). The simple fact is, I’ve been absolutely bloody exhausted and the thought of spending more time in front of a screen has been enough to make it feel like my eyes are going to bleed out of my head. Anyway, it is now Friday afternoon and after a Butter Chicken (with a Vodka, Soda and Lime to wash it down), I am feeling much better.
I’ve been thinking a lot about energy this week. It is a rather interesting topic for me that keeps me occupied quite a bit of the time. Firstly, why the hell do kids have all the energy? I wish I had the amount of energy I had when I was a kid. I remember the amount I could run and jump and play and just keep on going. I was an insomniac and even with only having a few hours of sleep at night, I still had energy. No one who knew me would have known that my nights largely consisted of reading as many books as I could and wandering around the house.
I look at my nieces and nephews and am completely jealous. Why do they need all the energy? Yes, some of them go to school and that can take up a bit of energy. However, they get a lot of holidays and seem to have more than enough energy stored to enjoy the summer holidays and drive parents nuts.
What about the adults? We have to be as close to fully functioning as possible and have enough energy for work as well as life outside of it. Sitting on the train, you can just about see the sheep behind people’s eyes, tugging at the eyelids as they get rocked back and forth. You see some people juggling multiple jobs as well as life at home and know that they’ve got to be using something far stronger than coffee with that workload on their shoulders.
I wish I drank coffee sometimes. So many people I know can walk out like zombies and come back with a spring in their step. My response to those asking if I’d like a coffee, “No thanks. This is how good you can look caffeine free.” I am certain that sends them sprinting to the barista.
I honestly don’t know how some people do it. I find just the thought of having to be social to be quite exhausting without planning every evening so I am out of the house with family and friends. At work on Mondays we tend to rattle off what we each did on the weekends and I am amazed that some of them are still standing. It leads me to believe that some people possess a time machine and can pack a huge amount into their days and nights while still scheduling a couple of days of couch time. I really need to find this time machine.
Days are definitely longer and more can be packed into them when you wake early. Due to the time of year in Australia, we are enjoying longer days and able to pack more activities in. It is all well and good in practice. However I feel a little judged when I admit that I had a nap on both days during the weekend. Maybe I am just getting old. I certainly tried every trick under the sun during PreSchool to avoid nap time. Now I would kill for it. In the last office I worked in, I had the misfortune of hearing a chick around my age going on and on about all the differnt activities she loves to do and she finished off her little lunch room speech with the words, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” I’ve never wanted to punch someone in the face so much in my life. I am not a naturally aggressive person however that saying bothered me on so many levels. Firstly, because I had seen her work and not only was she dumb as dog shit (a rather interesting saying that one…), but she was always leaving work half finished. Secondly, because she was confusing sleep with death. I may not be a Doctor (I am quite certain I’m not), however you can’t just go springing up in the morning, or even moaning and groaning your way out of bed if you are dead. Unless a zombie apocalyse happens… pretty sure those two states are mutually exclusive.
The main energy I seem to run on most days, is purposeful or nervous energy. When I have a purpose – a problem at work etc, I throw myself into solving it. At the moment, most of my energy is coming from nerves. I put an application on a rental property last night and have been instructed by the Real Estate Agent that I will need to wait until Monday for the decision as to whether I have been successful. It is hard to wait since it is a property I can picture myself living in. I don’t tend to be a nail biter however I can almost guarantee my fingers will be bloodied stubs by the time Monday rolls around.
I am now going to finish this post before I think about even more things to write and end up glued to my laptop.
Ciao for now.