In the 20 months since I last took a holiday, I’ve started a freelance consultancy career, bought a house, had a beautiful baby girl, gone part-time to care for my daughter one working day per week, and become a pretend academic.
Y’know what? I decided I dererved a holiday.
And so, having had plans for the work-related things I’d do when I was in France, I abandoned them all for having fun with my family. Blissful.
Now, I’m back at my desk, booting up for what looks like a frantic couple of months until early November. (Need someone with my skills from November onwards? Drop me a line…) iTunes is on, set to the 80s and cranked up loud, and I’m working again. Life is good.
But I really shouldn’t leave it 20 months between holidays, should I?
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