The Luxury of Down Time
Well, my four-day weekend is over, and my first day back at my day job is behind me. Whew!
Why is it that it took a massage, a ninety minute nap, and a bottle of wine to get me relaxed last Friday? I blame all the busyness in our lives. Our spare time is so filled with to-do lists and chores and errands that we never actually get true down time. And down time where we can actually relax completely and let our minds just wander is so important to creativity, as well as sanity. 🙂
I spent some time Saturday running some errands even though I swore I wouldn’t do it. But I did go to my first cookout of the season so I think that offset the errand-running. Then Sunday, I had lunch with an old friend who I haven’t had a chance to sit down and talk to in about twenty years! How sad is that?! It was so good to catch up.
Yesterday, I purposely curled up on the couch with some tea and a good book and refused to get up. I haven’t done that in a very very long time. It took me a few hours to quiet the little nagging voices in my head that were trying to make me feel guilty. You know the ones… They poke at you and say you should be doing something productive. You should be writing, or blogging, or cleaning the bathroom. You should take this day and spend it editing your work in progress, cleaning out your closet, putting down new contact paper in the kitchen cupboards, weeding the garden. I heard all the voices and listened to their suggestions and firmly told them no. It felt really good to do that.
Of course, I felt a lot of guilt about doing absolutely nothing. We are a society of do-ers. We groove on the busy drug and if you tell someone you literally did nothing on a day off, they almost don’t believe you. It is that rare a gift to give yourself. I told one of the doctors I work with that I laid on the couch and read a book all day long and she responded, “What a luxury!” Yes, it was. And it is a luxury I intend to give myself a lot more often. 🙂
Do you find it easy to allow yourself the luxury of down time? Or do your little voices nag you?