Time Out

Before I start, let me apologise for both the brevity of this post and how long it has taken to come.
Sorry.

I haven't been so well this week. I haven't been very ill, just enough to make life a little more uncomfortable than usual, so I've been spending quite a lot of time in my room, either sleeping, reading or working slowly but surely. And in a wierd kind of way, I have been grateful for this short period of illness, because it's forced me to stop and relax for a bit. I spend a lot of my time running from place to place and I'm pretty sure I don't need to. I reckon there are a few reasons for this and I won't go into all of them now, but one of them certainly is that I concentrate on what I might be missing if I don't go out, rather than what I actually need to do. Now, I'm not hedonistic, but sometimes I have found myself in the union at midnight, despite the fact that I didn't sleep the night before, or that I have no money and cannot afford any more beer. The words "sod it" often leave my mouth in those situations. I guess that isn't all that bad either, every now and then, to leave routine and stop being so sensible, but maybe not all the time.
I have thus discovered this week that taking a little time out to recharge is a good thing. But I also feel a little more 'free' to not rush around all the time, if that makes sense. I can have a hard time saying "no" to people, in regards to doing stuff, but I have been forced to say "no" this week to try to get well. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't wonder what I was missing and I certainly enjoyed the time to consider myself a little more. I think, if Chin' is correct, that as an introvert (and also a thinker) I need to do that, lest I end up completely exhausted (mentally and physically) and going home (Thatcham, not New Cross) to recharge. Which does sound a little familiar....