Even though my schedule has calmed down considerably since August, I’ve managed to keep super busy. On the weekends I’ve traveled (I did the 4.5 hour trek to Connecticut twice in September), Evan and I have had plans or I’ve filled it with chores and tasks, leaving me absolutely no down time.
It was wearing on me. In fact, by Saturday, I had a dull throbbing headache that didn’t even go away when Evan surprised me with a caffeinated nonfat latte.
I made sure that Friday night and Saturday evening I finished every household chore I needed to get done. That included 3 loads of laundry, dusting the entire house (Evan vacuumed it all) and cleaning the bathroom. I also made Crock Pot apple butter with some apples that weren’t going to last much longer. I did my meal and exercise planning for the week and went to the supermarket.
On Sunday, I groaned when the alarm went off at 8am, but the ONLY thing on my task list was to do spin class, so I was going. After that, the only plan I had was to shower, get back in my pjs and wrap myself up in fleecy blankets on the sofa and read.
It. Was. Wonderful.
I finished David Sedaris’ new book “Squirrel Loves Chipmunk: A Modern Bestiary” and resumed reading Aimee Bender‘s delightful “The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake.” At one point, I took a break for a few hours before Evan left for work. We watched Top Chef Just Desserts, ate lightened up nachos for lunch and talked for awhile about our plans for the next week and how comfortable this living together business has been after working out the kinks his first two weeks here.
At the end of the day, I was still tired but I felt rested. At peace. Balanced.
THIS is what I need more of in my life. I have to remind myself not to get too caught up in staying busy. I sometimes fill my time with useless stuff: cooking because I’m curious about a new recipe (not because I need or even want the food), going to run errands but essentially window shopping (although I really do need a pair of smaller jeans and would love to go back and get that leopard-print skirt at JCPenney’s…). In the meantime, I’ve set this weekly daily goal of reading and it keeps getting shoved aside because my time is monopolized by this other stuff.
I’m not doing it anymore.
I’m dedicating one day (or at least an evening) per week of doing NOTHING. No housework, no errands, no working from home. The only thing I allow myself on those days is my workout–partly because scheduling this would be too difficult otherwise and mostly because lounging around in comfy clothes, freshly showered after a good workout feels so darn good.
Do you have days where you just need to stay home and do nothing? How often does that happen?