I made the mistake of telling someone I was thinking about taking a day off. I made this wild statement way back in January. I haven't done it yet. I ran into the person I told the other day. Yes, she asked if I'd taken my day off. I had to tell the truth, the woman has lie radar.
What is it about you short people? Yall work too hard.
So, as I stood there defending height challenged people and making my excuses for not taking a day off, it occured to me that maybe, just maybe, she had a point. Not about the short thing, but, that I could benefit from a day off. Every Saturday for the last 2 months has been filled with some thing to do or pretend to do, or I was comotose from the week before. The next couple of weekends will be the same.
I was brought up by a workaholic, I suppose some of it rubbed off on me. I can't help it; there's always something else that needs to be done, considered, looked into, finished up. Just before I wrote this, I was on the phone with someone who told me how I should seriously consider teaching at the college level; right after I get my Masters Degree. He understands me. Never stop moving; moss might start growing, and we can't have that.
Back to my angel... she's right. I need a day off. A day to just do nothing. A mental health day, or better yet, a weekend. I'm overdue, yes. I used to take mental health weekends all the time; just to sleep and stare out of a hotel window and maybe write in one of my notebooks for a few hours.
The angel in my midst has delivered the message. Its time to stop and take a few minutes for me. Let me add that to my list of things to do. Ha!
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