A Day (or Two) of Rest
You know that illustrious ball I am always talking about juggling? Family, work, friends, marriage, beauty, style, personal hobbies, rest, relaxation…you know, that one.
Well I have to admit…I have been dropping it lately.
This month has been one big episode of “watch me let things fall through the cracks.” Missed a conference call last week because my calendar apparently decided to hang out on east coast time instead of west, was late on a deadline for allParenting (and for the record, my editors could not have been nicer about it — thank you, thank you!), huffed and puffed my way through a The Dailey Method class and almost thought of leaving mid-way in tears, bailed on a long overdue phone date with a girlfriend back home because I was too burnt out and tired, let all sorts of “you can’t do this” thoughts run through my brain…
So I had gone into this weekend with a to-do list. A plan of attack to catch up on life, which included working on a new business proposal, writing some freelance pieces to get ahead of the deadlines for once, trying to cram in two Dailey Method classes to make up for that half-assed one.
And then I decided to scrap it altogether.
Things might be falling through the cracks, but they’re going to have to stay there for two more days.
I don’t need to feel more accomplished to get through this little rut, I need to feel less accomplished. I need to sit. I need to do a beach picnic with friends and throw back some good old Mike’s Hard Lemonade and let the kids run in the waves and make s’mores. I need to spend some time in a serene garden by the ocean and just wander. I need to skip that exercise class and let the proposal wait until Monday…or Tuesday…or maybe even Wednesday.
I need to realize that I may be a master juggler 363 days of the year, but for these two, I am just going to let those balls drop. And I am not going to care where they fall.
Enjoy your Sunday — I am planning to.