Ever had a day â€“ or a few days â€“ when you just canâ€™t get motivated? When even getting dressed requires more get-up-and-go than you can muster up? This past weekend was like that for me. I think I have the mid-winter blahs.
Now, to be honest, every day is a weekend in that I donâ€™t have a day job that requires me to leave the house. I am a writer, though, so I do work. Every day. And I had big plans for the weekend. I like to work on a household project on the weekends as well as tending to the writing business-y chores, although I was behind on my word count for the week so that had to be rectified first. My schedule is so tight this year that I canâ€™t afford to squander my days. Yet I wasted an entire weekend. Just because.
Weather? Possibly. Iâ€™m so not a winter person. Grey skies and snow suck out all my energy and by this time of year, Iâ€™m not fit to live with. Lack of sleep? Probably. Iâ€™ve had a bad case of middle-of-the-night insomnia for a while now, so by noon, Iâ€™m exhausted. But more than likely, I just needed a break from my regular routine.
So I spent most of the weekend curled up on the sofa, Kindle in one hand, TV remote in the other, food and beverages at my side and a roaring fire in the fireplace, and caught up on the shows Iâ€™ve missed lately, finished reading a cozy mystery on my Kindle, napped.
And you know what? I realized itâ€™s okay to take a day or two to just be. To relax, kick back and do nothing. To laugh at silly TV sitcoms, to immerse yourself in another world between the pages of a book, to sleep and eat when you feel the need rather than because the clock says itâ€™s time.
As Leonardo DaVinci says: “Every now and then go away, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer.”
Who am I to argue with Leo?