The Simple Things…
If you are like me, you are meeting yourself as you walk in the door. I wave hello at the equally frazzled version of me as I come in from work and she is off to buy something/pick up something/bring someone somewhere….and hope that she did the laundry so I don’t have to.
I did something this past weekend that I’m kind of embarrassed to admit really stuck with me. Because it was something I haven’t done in probably close to a year. The fact that it really settled around me like warm milk and made me notice…makes me think I should do it again.
I sat down outside in the sunshine and did nothing.
I didn’t write, I didn’t pretend to write, I didn’t clean ANYTHING, I didn’t cook anything. I sat outside in an old chair (yeah, that one up there isn’t mine…I wish it was!) and listened to the cockatiels in our aviary chatter. I closed my eyes and absorbed the warmth on my skin that was probably wondering what the heck I was doing. My daughter came out to sit on the ground and read. My old lady dog came outside to sit between us on a warm pavestone. It was sooooo nice. I loved it.
I’ve been so frantic since I signed with my publisher, bouncing from one issue and deadline to the next, that I haven’t taken the time to just enjoy the simple things. It may get crazy again soon…in fact I want it to….but I’m hoping I’ll remember this time to stop and breathe.
What do you do to decompress? Do you have a favorite place or activity?