Back to the Salt Mines...

Well, tomorrow is the day. After nearly a month off work, I head back to the job. Wow, when I was working full time, how often did I wish I could have a few weeks off to “get some things done”?

Of course, having two hands would have made it a little easier to facilitate some goals. Maybe other goals just weren’t realistic, such as a publishing agent discovering my work and offering me a $10,000 advance to start writing a book. Maybe some other day… said with a heavy sigh.

I really do love being home. I love being able to take my time in the mornings and not have to hurry. I’ve been able to spend more time in the Word and more time in prayer. It’s been nice to do laundry when it was convenient, not when I needed a work shirt. The dogs have loved having me home, and it has been especially good for Neo to be able to go outside frequently during the day. Roger has enjoyed spending more time with me. I’ve been able to spend more time on Facebook, or on my phone playing Trivia Crack, Wordox, Words With Friends… wait, I didn’t mean to say that…

Seriously, I really have achieved a thing or two - I’ve sold a few online articles, and also made a few bucks doing things on websites such as CrowdSource and mTurk. That would be emphasis on the word few, by the way. But if I can sit at the computer for 15 minutes and make 15 cents as opposed to sitting here for 15 minutes and make nothing, I figure I came out a few bucks ahead. I have even written a few short pieces that have been sent off to literary publications that pay decently. The chances of acceptance at such places are slim, but hey, at list I did something toward my long-term goal, right?

The time flew by, and although I love my co-workers, I’m not ready to go back. Aside from the pain my injury caused, my body has been much kinder to me since I have been keeping a regular schedule and not standing on concrete for 8 hours a day lifting, bending, squatting, et cetera. I have actually lost a few pounds, because I’ve had the time to exercise a bit (emphasis on the word bit…) and tend to eat healthier when I’m relaxed and busy doing things I enjoy. 

But, funny thing, I like to have a roof over my head (even one that leaks) and food in my fridge. So for at least a couple more years, I guess I’ll be my boss’s property. Unless, you know… I get that $10,000 deal.

All good things must come to an end...