I am a nose-to-the-grindstone person. Don’t get me wrong; I’m inherently lazy. I go to great lengths to ensure my leisure time. But I was raised by a workaholic, single mother who maintained a spotless house, kept matters well in hand, and never missed a day of work unless she was hospitalized. I’m not that psychotic, but I can admit to a certain amount of due diligence when it comes to “work”.
As many people know, on top of my writing and marketing, I freelance edit for fiction and non-fiction. I also copy edit for Arizona Sports and Lifestyle magazine. Plus I have a day job that works out to roughly 50 hours a week. Not easy to cram all of that into a seven-day work week, I know. Naturally there’s life as well – housework, cleaning, social times – to shoehorn in. Somehow I do it. Not always well and not always 100%, but shit gets done. Why? Because if I don’t do it (I learned at an early age) there may not always be someone who can or will pick up the slack.
What about the Doctor? He’s great. He helps a ton. But he also has his own adventures and is, perhaps, a little more whimsical than I am, able to overlook the dishes piling on the counter in order to try out a new bicycle or explore some weird looking crags in some distant landscape.
Me? The dishes come first. In fact, while I can kick back to a certain extent, if when I look at the forecast for my days I see a distinct lack of time for the have-tos vs the want-tos, I will (sadly) choose the have-tos first. Why? Because, if I don’t, they will worry at the edges of my brain like a rat at a toilet paper roll.
Why does me telling you any of this matter? Because, for the first time in untold years, I took a few days off from the Paycheck (what I call the day job) and did nothing.
That’s right. I took ten glorious days off (in December) with nothing more planned than a day or two out of that vacation I was going to take a painting class with a friend. That’s it. Nothing planned. No pressing needs to do or places to go. For the first time in my life of taking vacation days, I got to stay home and do nothing except what struck my fancy at the moment.
I can certainly say it improved my demeanor. I brightened up and people were less terrified I was going to rip into them in some way. It was a much needed recharge that, oddly, I found left me with a ton of time to actually accomplish things and feel rested.
Funny how things get done when you don’t plan them better than when you do, right? 🙂
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