Once again, I find myself apologising for the length of my absence. So, what have I been doing? Hen do’s as per normal, I found my perfect lipstick, I’ve been swanning round like a typical basic blogger in not just a mac, but a pink mac and drinking my bodyweight in Pumpkin Spice Latte. But mainly, I’ve been working.
I didn’t realise quite how much and how hard I’d been working until time off comes closer and I started to take a step back. I’m very tired. So tired, that I’m not sure that tired can even describe how I feel right now. When I look back over the past six months or so, I’m actually shocked at myself. I cancelled plans with my best friend to get a presentation finished. I blew off a date to work late. (Only to blow him off a week later because the footy was on, clearly he wasn’t the love of my life). I worked so much overtime that on my days off, all I could do was sleep and try to recharge.
I think one problem with my generation is that we became ‘adults’ (if in name but not reality) during the recession. Unemployment soared just as we were supposed to be going out and getting jobs and starting our careers. If you’ve ever been unemployed, you’ll know that gnawing, anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach as the days go by with no phone call, no emails, no answer to applications, just silence.
The result of this seems to be that once we are lucky enough to get a job and start our careers, we tend to behave like a horse with blinkers on. We charge ahead, forgetting about the rest of the world. We work late without complaint, we take on a huge amount of stress and we generally just work our sassy little arses off.
I’m not saying this is unique to ‘millennials’ (Words cannot describe just how much I loathe that phrase, I basically have to chase my eyeballs across the room every time I hear it), however it definitely is something I’ve noticed with people in my rough age bracket. Now, I’m here to say, we all need to breathe a bit.
Yes, we need to set an example to the younger generations. Yes, go out and achieve your dreams and show the sexist generation exactly what us young women can do. But take the time to lie back once in a while.
Stop answering calls on your day off. Use your holiday. Plan a night out with your friends and get drunk and giggly. Go out dancing until the sun comes up. Take enough photos to fill a photo album. I don’t want my goddaughter’s to be like – erm, Auntie Jess? Think she’s that permanently stressed woman who we see once in a blue moon. And that’s what I’ve been for the past six months.
So to my lovely, patient friends, I’m sorry, I’ve seen the error of my ways. I’m back, and I’ll never let work take over my life to quite that extent again. To the rest of you, it’s really not that important. It can wait until tomorrow.