Workaholic?

So concludes my task as a tour guide for my Dad and Uncle and here I am,

 reverted to my Bed Potato days nursing a hoarse voice and a sniffy nose.

Today will mark the first weekend that I have completely for myself... after 2 years.

(I gave my weekends up after taking on my last job)

It feels good knowing that I have a good stretch of time to get my life organised.

Everything in my room is in place, contrary to the pig sty I used to come back to as a result of getting ready in a rush. And I have time, lots of time, to tick off my To Do list.

My only worry is that there will be a time (a week to be more specific),

 when this whole "rest period" will lose its glamour and I will start freaking out and get anxious at the state of my unemployment.
Am I a workaholic? 

Maybe.

When people used to tell me that they get bored from 'doing nothing',

I would be surprised and tell them that I could spend all day doing nothing and enjoy it.

I still enjoy days like those but only because they're luxury in comparison to the rest of the hectic days in the week. Now, this thought of doing absolutely nothing for an unknown stretch of time is actually starting to freak me out. 

What if my brain and knowledge deteriorates?

What if I become even more demotivated?

What if I get back into the pattern of sleeping at 6am and wake up at 4pm, and lose my entire day?

How will I be able to stop myself from checking my online bank account 3 times a day out of paranoia and insanity that the figures will miraculously increase? (it's a bad habit I have to curb!)

What will I do all day?

So working does keep me sane after all, 

and I used to think otherwise.

Fingers crossed that I get something soon.