I'm still processing the end of the school year. For some strange reason, I keep thinking that I will be back in room 5002 Monday preaching the merits of finding inspiration in your own life to write about and share with the world. Before I went to bed last night, I wrote out a brief to do list. It was a noble idea...most of it isn't done.
All is not lost. My first load of laundry was in the washer at 7:30 this morning...and I knew I would run the dryer cycle until it ended instead of stopping it for fear of a fire while I am away. I loaded and turned on my dishwasher this morning at 8:30...and knew I would be here when the cycle was finished to put away the dishes. This was one of the greatest feelings I've known in a while. Then I stretched out on my couch at 2:30 this afternoon to take a break from my mini-panic attack over how soon I would have my applications complete for Lee and Charlotte counties' schools. I woke up at 7:16.
The house is still a mess. My resume is staring at me from the computer screen. But I actually feel a little more rested. It was one of those rests like when you stayed home from school and your mom let you camp out in the living room with a blanket and ginger ale. How sad! How did I let myself get to the place where I needed 15 hours of sleep in one day to actually feel "a little more" rested?
I guess it's time I start listening more to my body and what it needs. I like to push and push myself until there really is nothing left. For years I've told myself that it makes me productive...and it DOES make me feel productive. Yet, it's this very behavior that seems to suck away all my time. I can't help but wonder how much more I could do if I followed those little instincts to lay in the sun for 5 minutes or walk around the house three times or take spontaneous photos of my dogs. I think it will make me happier.
All is not lost. My first load of laundry was in the washer at 7:30 this morning...and I knew I would run the dryer cycle until it ended instead of stopping it for fear of a fire while I am away. I loaded and turned on my dishwasher this morning at 8:30...and knew I would be here when the cycle was finished to put away the dishes. This was one of the greatest feelings I've known in a while. Then I stretched out on my couch at 2:30 this afternoon to take a break from my mini-panic attack over how soon I would have my applications complete for Lee and Charlotte counties' schools. I woke up at 7:16.
The house is still a mess. My resume is staring at me from the computer screen. But I actually feel a little more rested. It was one of those rests like when you stayed home from school and your mom let you camp out in the living room with a blanket and ginger ale. How sad! How did I let myself get to the place where I needed 15 hours of sleep in one day to actually feel "a little more" rested?
I guess it's time I start listening more to my body and what it needs. I like to push and push myself until there really is nothing left. For years I've told myself that it makes me productive...and it DOES make me feel productive. Yet, it's this very behavior that seems to suck away all my time. I can't help but wonder how much more I could do if I followed those little instincts to lay in the sun for 5 minutes or walk around the house three times or take spontaneous photos of my dogs. I think it will make me happier.
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