I like staying busy. I do. Most days.
This summer has been challenging, because although I've been tending bar regularly, which I love, I haven't always had a day job. In fact, weeks have gone by between assignments. So nothing much has happened yet, aside from two failed apartment-hunting missions in Toronto.
Except I've realized how much I adore sleeping in, hanging out, and not having responsibilities during the day. It's awkward, this two weeks working and four weeks not, because not enough "in-between jobs" time goes by for me to get seriously restless. Which would create a bonafide desire to go back to work. No, I generally have just enough time to start loving not having a day job, and then I get a call. "Would you like to work today/tomorrow/later this week?".
"Would you like to work today" is unbelievably difficult. First such call received this morning, much much too early. Then it's a wake up quickly, get directions and information, hop in the shower, grab some coffee and out the door without breakfast kind of morning. Followed by forgetting the directions, mentally plotting the map and hoping I got all the cardinal directions right.
The next time I have a day free, which will hopefully be Monday, I'm not going to waste it. No, I'm going to find something exciting to do. Something new. And outdoors. No more taking free time for granted. The Universe knows I'll have little enough of it once I start graduate school.
