I have never had 4 weeks off work. I had an extended break when I became independent, but I’ve never returned to the same role after more than 3 weeks of away.
I’ve had 3 week vacations twice; once for our honeymoon and once for a family trip to St Lucia. Both were fantastic breaks, much needed and thoroughly enjoyable. Special times. I know it sounds silly, but 3 weeks is so much more than 2 weeks, as far as holidays are concerned anyway (I would highly recommend it!).
4 weeks is a long time!
Can you remember what you were doing on 14th June? No, neither can I!
To compound things, I hadn’t exactly planned to be off work. I hadn’t wound anything down, handed anything over or prepared in any way. I just didn’t turn up on the Monday. Yes, there are extenuating circumstances, but life has to move on.
So, it’s back to school for me tomorrow; my clothes are laid out, shoes polished, pencils sharpened, lucky stress ball looked out (ironically in the shape of a heart!), bag packed. Everyone’s a little bit on edge. Ready to move on. Uneasy about what the future holds.
I’m sure everything will be fine. One way or another it’s going to be more than a little bit strange, for me and everyone else around me. Another journey into the unknown.
Onwards and upwards! Wish me luck!
Hope all goes well this week Paul. All the best.
You don’t need luck… Just make sure you pace yourself and take all your own good advice that you’ve blogged over the last 4 weeks. Work “smart” and prioritise. Lots of love for the next chapter, Tonia x
Have a good day….
Thanks All! A strange day all in all, but the ice is broken! 🙂