My 10-year-old daughter has asked me the same question every day for the past two weeks: “How many days until Christmas?”
(Whereupon I remind her that she’s in fifth grade and should be able to add and subtract by now. But that’s another story.)
Funny thing is, I thought I was way past the point of counting these days myself. But clearly I’m wrong, because I’ve been doing the same thing since Sunday. Why?
Not because I’m looking forward to presents (though I am), egg nog (ditto) or even the hordes of people I’ll be cooking for on the Big Day (bah humbug, but I’ll deal with it).
It’s just dawned on me that I’m counting the days because it’s really a countdown to some much-needed time off. I love writing and never seem to tire of it, but God do I need a break.
It’s a gift all by itself — too much work. I’ve been swamped in recent weeks, barely holding on for the weekends when I can get some decent sleep, and I’m thrilled at the momentum I’ve gained and the likelihood that this will hold through the coming year.
In the past week I’ve gained another client, a smaller website that wants me to write about a dozen articles on a certain health theme, and have promised to deliver all of them by Jan. 10. It’s a “one-off” client — something that, strangely enough, I’ve never had. I’ll have to write a separate post about it, as it’s an interesting situation I’ve had to handle in an entirely new way.
But truthfully, I’m too zonked to even go there. I just need the rest that’s going to come before all that.
Many of you may be feeling the same way, hopefully also flush with ongoing gigs for the year ahead. It’s my dual Christmas gift: enough work, and enough time off to recover from it. Didn’t know Santa could carry all of that!