Saturday, January 19, 2013

SWITCHING OFF

I have been walking around like a crazy person the past few days, having a hundred thoughts rushing through my head at the same time and driving myself crazy in the process. It is just a side effect of having a stressful job and no way to switch off. Usually I write or listen to music and the past week I haven't done much of either.

So now my new challenge is to switch off and leave my work issues at work and when I go home, I have to do other stuff. I have never been good at that. I guess you can say that I have always been one of those really stressed out people, stressing about everything all the time. Even the fact that I am still waiting for a publisher to show any interest in my book, it too has not been enough of a distraction of late.

But I can report that there is a very attractive guy who stops by the cellar on and off, as he too is going to be making his own type of wine independently. He is a surfer and well...need I say more? Of course when I am at work I am professional and I just do my job. Though, he only ever says hello, but he does do it with a smile.

4 comments:

  1. Whenever I'm feeling low I usually stop listening to music too - as music cheers me up, I always make the effort to listen to it again - so definitely get your favourite tunes on your iPod!

    Surfer guy sounds lovely. Time to buy yourself a little surf board pendant and chain for him to notice? ;-)

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  2. Annalisa - Thank you for the tip! I am terrible in the whole flirting game, but we'll see what happens.

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  3. I'm certain that thinking about "surfer guy" wouldn't be a stressful activity... on the contrary, it could prove to be quite therapeutic *wink wink*

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  4. Michelle - Oohh! He definitely is a good looking distraction.

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