The last 4 years I have spent most of the major holidays working from home. My choice. The money was good and it gave me an excuse to not have to be anywhere. The company I worked for didn't have a holiday party for us. I participated as little as possible, showing up to events only when I absolutely had no choice.
This year is different.
This year I work in a coffee shop that serves alcohol. Some nights I sit and stare at the bottles of different liquors I have never tasted.
Normally I have no issue with alcohol. It's been almost 11 years since I've tasted it. I can walk down the beer aisle of a grocery and not even think twice about it.
For whatever reason, this year I am struggling.
Maybe it's all the talk of holiday parties. My boss has a party for her employees every year. She does it up - case of wine, big ass bottle of booze, food, and I guess last year they ended up at the other business she owns, a bar, where they drank up $500 in booze.
Now, don't get me wrong. I like my job, my co-workers, and my boss. They are all fuckin' cool people to work with/for. But I don't have any desire to hang out while they drink themselves into oblivion. And the cool thing is - I don't have to.
Family - OTOH - I have obligations to them. I have to show up.
So, this time of year, I do the exact opposite of what everyone else is doing and I ramp up the physical activity. I double up on workouts. I get up at 6am to spin for an hour on the trainer before work, and then run stairs at night. I swim. I run. I hit the weights 2-3xs a week. I get back to doing squats, hamstrings, quads, lunges. I work on my abs. I ride my rollers. I get out for hill repeats if the weather is decent. I even go to Hot Yoga.
It's rare if I take a rest day.
I basically wear myself out so hard physically, that my brain can't think about the stupid holidays. It's all I know.
And it's only December 7th. It's gonna be a long ass month.
4 comments:
well, yea, it is. But I like your tangent, or maybe the blunt honesty of your tact. Whatever. Hang tight, do good. all that shit for the positive and the betterment of your status.
Holy ripped, batman!
Your back is unreal! -- sexy strong and gorgeous.
So buff it hurts.
Monstah.
Damn, thou art one buff bitch, J.
I ain't your sponsor, but if I was i would say get the fuck out, call it a medical leave and have a good time until January 2.
Ride, ride, let the bills slide, play with the dogs and come back strong.
Cherish the living because they ain't always gonna be here and they need the judi they got now.
Man, I'm good at this advice thing. Whatever. Ya don't wanna end up like me. (although a trailer park in florida ain't the worst place to be in december.)
yer pal, tj
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