^Cute Seagull I saw down at the Ferry Building
Whew, boy. TGImfF, amirite? This work week was like a sneaker wave of craziness. Monday was business as usual and I sipped my tea and and plugged away at work at my desk with Spotify ringing in my ears and a content smile plastered across my unknowing face. All was right in my world. But then, Tuesday came. And it was one issue after another. And deadlines. And emails. And racing between floors at work. And meetings. And staying late. And working late into the evening at my home. And just a whole lotta exhausting work. I am (and was) supremely exhausted.
Or am I?
No question that the stride this week has picked-up. And no one could deny that there were numerous fires to put out and I was up from my desk a lot more than usual. But, on retrospect, I realize that I actually feel better this week. With a faster pace, I buckled down and focused with no time to snack or move at a glacial pace when I made my way downstairs for lunch. I was always on the go, only making times for things I had to do and little for much else and had some spectacular work 'wins'. And the fact that I actually feel better this week (mentally, physically) than I do on slower work days made me realize how much we perhaps undersell the notion of being 'busy' at the office. Not saying that I want to be overly stressed all the time in my day-to-day but it's actually kind of awesome to have a chance to showcase your strengths under pressure.
After all, the weekend looks a heck of a lot sweeter when it's wholly earned.
Happy Weekending All!