Life, Style and Lifestyle

I've been getting what seems, to me, to be too much sleep this past few days. 8 whole hours. Two nights ago, I felt that I was sleeping too much, getting lazy and that I wasn’t working enough (cause I wasn’t stressed, not that I did not have work to do even after I came home from the office.)

I guess it is progress that despite having loads, perhaps more, to do now as compared to a month ago, I manage to not be stressed out. Growth. Not forgetting that I’m much more centered after my Vaisakhi break. Though I keep on having thoughts about going to a beach and soaking up the sun. *drifts off*.

I’m back, and back to the main story. So, I felt like I was getting too much sleep. So, on Tuesday, I went to work and I took on an extra task which would take me at least four hours to complete, but just half an hour after I took on the 4 hour long task, I got more work from another partner, work which you don’t say no to. 

So, from having loads of work, I had too much work.

The new task was one which I was working on at the greatest speed I could manage and still I was in the office till 9. I got home, had a quick bite and shower and got started on the 4 hour long task. I stopped at 1 am. I didn’t finish. I finished the final hour worth of the work the next day.

So I wake up the next morning (Wednesday) and I felt like I just finished work and now I have to go back to work? I felt so pathetic that I insisted on doing something for me. So I turned on the TV and told myself that I’d watch TV for 15 minutes. Needless to say, there was nothing good on TV. Leaving me feeling pathetic and thoroughly unfulfilled.

I got ready and went to work. Not taking on any additional tasks, just doing what I had to do, which already is worth 10 good hours of concentrated work.

I work enough, I deserve the occasional week where I get a few days of good sleep.

All said and done, I still have not had a day where I feel like I need to run away and that this job is going to kill me. But on a brighter note, there have been moments where I do what I do, and I see what I could do with time, experience and being a litigator proper, and I think, I think I could be happy doing this. (This is usually quickly followed by me telling myself that : “that means no children”.)

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Oh well, let’s see!