This seizing the moment thing is exhausting!

Before my summer of saying yes challenge, I had very little to report in my scheduled weekly phone calls with my parents and my best friend. These conversations, like the catch-up messages on Facebook or via email, often went along the lines of: "Quiet week. Work's fine. Just watching some TV. (My ex) is OK."

While there's nothing wrong with that - other than the fact that I was unhappy - it's not exactly earth-shattering stuff for a news junkie. Having at least a brunch or movie or shopping trip to report would have eased my dread for those phone calls, when, of course, the most essential bits of information were those left unsaid.

Now, there's always lots to report. I do, perhaps, need to start sleeping more and drinking less, but I'm having a blast. Especially since switching to doing some evening shifts, ending at midnight, I find that having post-work plans helps prevent me from going home wired and staring at my ceiling until 4 a.m., praying for sleep.

So, as a result, my schedule has been packed lately. So packed, that I'm looking for a hole in my calendar to book a personal recovery day (so far, we're in to November!). To illustrate, here's my past week or so:

Last Sunday, I ran a half-marathon. Followed by brunch with fellow racers. Then a whole lot of time with a hot tub resting my tired legs.

On the Monday, in addition to my regular freelance work, I met up with a friend for a high-heeled brunch, then went with another friend to go book my tattoo appointment.

By Tuesday, which I also had off from work, I was feeling better post-marathon, so I resumed running, went for lunch with a friend, got my tattoo (more on that later) and then went to ball hockey.

Wednesday, after running around the office showing off my new tattoo, I went shoe shopping (of course), then rescued the very last of my boxes from my former home.

By Thursday, I was, admittedly, starting to lose steam, but the week was really just gearing up! After finalizing the last few details for the closing of the house, which happened on Oct. 1, and a full day at work, I ran a few errands then headed to a friend's bachelorette bash. I'm still trying to get champagne and glitter out of my frock - but it was well worth it: a lovely time, for a lovely friend, and a great excuse to wear my new shoes.

Friday, I worked at night, so was able to sleep in and hit the gym before my shift started. Then it was off to a friend's pad for fresh out of the oven brownies, followed by late night karaoke and even later night (or do you need to call it morning once the sun comes out?) frying up of bacon and baking of muffins.

Saturday, after a few hours sleep, was back to the office, followed by a housewarming party. I had good intentions of hitting up Nuit Blanche, but ended up being one of, to quote a friend, "the party winners" who closed it down - ending up, again, cabbing it home in the wee, wee hours of the morning, where I managed to order some new clothes online (with promo codes, excellent sale prices and free shipping!) before crashing for a few hours.

By this point, running on about nine hours sleep over the course of 72 hours, I was starting to feel sorry for my sleep-deprived body as well as my liver. So, after running some errands and coffee with a friend on Sunday, I promised myself I'd take it easy - at least until tonight's ball hockey match - and rest up.

I'm still exhausted, but I'm relishing all the memories I made over this past week - along with sharing the stories - far too much to let a little thing like sleep slow me down for too long!