Going back to work
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Mar 13, 2007
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Usually when I take some time off work or go away for the weekend, I'm a little anxious to get back and resume my normal life. It's not that I'm anxious during my entire time off; it's usually just the last day or so. I know my break is about to end, so I just want to get back into things. Last week's vacation in a tropical paradise was different. I was dreading going back to work on Monday. It could be because it was a pretty long break. It could be because I've been a little busy at work lately and my grad class is slightly stressful. It could be because it was a magical tropical paradise filled with sun, mountains, oceans, and food. Whatever the reason, I wasn't looking forward to resuming my normal life. And it made me think of another time when I had the same feeling. During college, I think my brain never really shut down, so breaks were more like hiccups. The time I'm thinking of was when I was around 10 or 11, and it was right at the end of a Christmas break. It had been a particularly good Christmas break for whatever reason, so I was devastated to think that it was over and I'd have to go back to the hellish prison so simply referred to as "school". I cried about it and my sister tried to assure me that everything would be ok. I guess everything was ok because otherwise I'd still be in 5th grade. That's what I felt like on Sunday night and Monday morning. #psychology
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