My boss for my weekend job gave me the day off today. (Translation: After a crazy week at work, Tee saw the exhaustion in my face and told me to stay home today and not harvest. I gratefully agreed.)
I set an alarm for seven o’clock and got myself dressed at an easy pace. I headed out for a meeting and breakfast with a friend. I passed by a Goodwill Superstore and I scoured the racks in search of tie dye for my Halloween costume. (Goodwill Superstores are my jam.)
I then climbed back into my car and realized that I didn’t have a destination – no place that I needed to be. I could stop by the farm – I could visit the library – I could call a friend. There was plenty to do but nothing that needed to get done.
Days like that are rarer and rarer as I get older, and I know they’ll be even more rare once Our Baby comes home.
There are times when having absolutely no plans feels overwhelming to me. I have to fight off the “shoulds” – I should be doing something productive. Or, I should be visiting friends. Or, I should be busier, more social – being busy means you are worthy and productive and popular.
Today, I’m not fighting off those shoulds. It feels wonderful to have a day free to write and to nap. (I didn’t sleep very well last night. Also I love napping and I don’t need an excuse to climb back into my bed for an afternoon snooze.) These past few weeks of work have been hectic and stressful, and I haven’t had a lot of time to wonder and to wander and to follow my heart’s fancy. Or, when I’ve had free time, it’s a weekday evening and I am way too spent to generate the energy for anything creative or spontaneous or fun.
A day like today is like a HUGE metaphorical refresh button. Drinking tea, cleaning up, writing, reading, and getting stoked for a low-key evening of dinner and Wild Peace Book Club. Simple and sweet.