Taking the weekend off
Oh brother.
I had one of those realisations on Friday night / Saturday morning that makes you go “Oh Bugger, Really?”. The kind where I go, “Oh yeah! Both Joely and Chas have written about this recently, and I still didn’t get it!”.
You see, I haven’t had a weekend off since I stopped being employed.
Oh the irony!
Yeah, by not having any structure at all, I just mushed all the days into one and never made time to stop unless I *had* to (i.e. illness, fatigue, burn out). Like, duh, hello? That’s not good and healthy! But at that point in time, even enough structure to prevent burnout felt repellant, I was in full on reverse swing mode. FREEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOM!
But this Friday I started to look at what I need to do to get things moving on my secret, hidden plans. And I started to *want* a little structure. So I put a very gentle one together and then gave myself the weekends to goof off (which was good, because the next day was Saturday so I got a good start!)
Well, when Saturday turned up and I made sure that I didn’t do anything goal-oriented but just pootled in the garden and read a book – oh wow! It was fantastic. I was relaxed, and happy, and spent some much needed quality time with my little family (bunnies and a boy).
I’m not going to chastise myself for not doing this earlier, I don’t think I could have done it earlier, but wow – it was great to finally be able to switch off for a bit after 18 months!
And people actually think I’ve been dossing around all this time.
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