This happens to me every time I come back from a vacation. I have a hard time going back to my daily routine. More so now. It was difficult accepting that I lost a good friend. (why didn’t God take the ones I don’t like?)
It took me 1 whole week to get on with my life. I refused to work last week. I couldn’t. I was physically and emotionally drained.
That’s why my work piled up.
I had to drag myself out of bed today. I couldn’t afford to just lounge around any longer. There are deadlines to meet and some orders that I need to work on ASAP.
I had fun during my short vacation. It was nice to see my old friends again. It was nice to eat all the food that I have been craving for. It was relaxing to swim in the sea. I have always been a beach person and smelling the sea breeze, feeling the sand in my feet, sitting under the sun again was such a good breather.
From all that.
So, today I slowly got myself in the groove of things.
First off was cooking lunch for Vito. He’s been eating lunch at home instead in his office. I feel so guilty that I did not cook last week and just ordered in.
I managed to get things done today. And it felt good.
Man, the struggle is real.