It might be decadent to admit, but I spent an entire day doing almost nothing. Following two weeks of family interaction, travel, sun fun, a bit of intellectual brain activity, my six decades plus body alerted me – ENOUGH!
|Kids and a mud pit - an irresistible combination|
|Foul-smelling laundry bags...|
Slowly shuffling to the laundry room, transferring clothes from foul-smelling laundry bags to the washer, then the dryer, out of the dryer, and repeat, the activity sucked whatever energy remained in my body. Following three loads I gave up and sank into bed.
The following day became my day of doing almost nothing. More laundry, catching up on the news and emails, preparing and eating simple meals – only two, a late breakfast of bagels, and dinner - grilled chicken and our first delicious seasonal asparagus.
I felt drained. My body craved idleness and sleep. It was as if all the energy this sixty-something body could muster was used up over the past couple of weeks.
It was time to recharge.
I know I am lucky to be able to do nothing for a day. No pressure to return to an office or anywhere else at a specific time. Whatever must be done could wait a day.
Giving in to the exhaustion proved a worthwhile endeavor. I woke up the following morning wide-awake and eager to start the day.
Hungry, I looked forward to cooking breakfast.
We met friends for lunch, riding bikes the two miles to the restaurant and a few more miles after lunch, tired when returning home but energized.
I spent an hour and a half in the garden, catching up following two weeks of benign neglect.
Now I am ready for a busy week beginning with a 7:00 a.m. zumba class tomorrow morning.
And I do not feel any guilt for taking a day off, doing almost nothing, enjoying every minute of it.
The joy of doing almost nothing. I will have to do it again some time…