I have had to make a conscious effort the last couple of days to relax. Work was very busy up until the final workday minutes this past Friday, and immediately tumbling through my mind were all the things still needing to be done at home in terms of The Great Purge of 2014, an upcoming camping trip, and the like. But Friday night Jeff and I had a nice supper out, a casual wander through the mall and a stop at the bookstore followed by the procurement of our favourite Starbucks beverages before heading home. And the cat made sure I didn’t wile away the hours on my iPad by making my lap his sleeping spot. (He’s a solid 12 pounds, so it’s not hard for him to be such a hindrance.) It was, in a word, nice.
Saturday morning found us out for breakfast with my parents and two sisters. It also found my brain wanting to latch onto something to stress out about:
We unexpectedly tacked on two more days of camping! We’re going up to Calgary for a quick day trip!! Before I know it, it’s going to be next week and I have so much to do!!!
It was weird, and as I confessed my wanting-to-be-stressed-out state to Jeff, I forced my posture into an exaggerated slump while I slowed my breathing. For goodness sake, we’re on vacation. For two weeks! It’s a luxury I don’t want to waste by staying wound up about this, that, and whatever.
As such, I now find myself here at home, in the double-digit hours of the morning, still in my PJs with an emptying cup of coffee nearby and birds chirping in the backyard as I click away on the keyboard. Yes, there is still a camping trip to get ready for. And stuff does need to be sifted through, then re-appropriated or properly stored or summarily tossed.
But … Books also need to be read, cups of coffee lingered over. New dreams need to be given shape, or tested to see if they’re best tucked away for a bit or lain to rest.
And sometimes those things are best done apart from the hubbub of the every day, don’t you think?