Yesterday I had my only fully off day of this week. I’m not proud of this, but sometimes everything just goes this way. My work responsibilities are quite scattered, I do bits of different things, so it’s easy to do a little bit almost every day. I know I need to be more organized about it, because I don’t want the library work to overtake my life, but first I need to get through this month.
But yesterday, although I had a huge migraine (the effect of the stress of this month), I was lucky. It was the best day, weather wise, this week. So I sat in the garden and read a book, watched some work going on in the field behind the fence and also Alice being playful in the grass. It was a day of total rest and reset.
I also felt a little nudge in my chest, you know this one I’m sure, that I should be using this time for something else, for writing maybe, for something productive. So I did the washing. It didn’t calm it completely, but it helped a bit.
I’m good at resting, especially when there’s reading involved, but sometimes my brain can’t catch up with the needs of the body. It’s fine, I have my tricks to convince it that what we’re doing is good for us all, but sometimes it’s just slow in understanding what’s going on.
I’m off to work in a couple of hours and the bright side of this is that there’s a bike ride involved in it. Twice.
Happy Sunday!