One Weekend, Please
For too long, I’ve been running on E, and filling my creative and emotional tank with just enough to get by. When faced with taking a weekend completely off from email, work, even the keyboard, I find myself unsure and a little bit defensive. Nothing wrong with my hobbies and business aspirations. Nothing wrong with installing some WordPress things, moving a domain, checking email. Nothing wrong with responding to that email - a weekend time stamp makes me look committed, right?
See where that’s heading? Last weekend, even though I had been sick, I spent about 14 hours at the keyboard… which is nearly TWO working days. And that would be ….. NO WEEKEND. Well, a weekend spent in this chair. Maybe it was interesting, maybe I made a few dollars. But that’s no weekend. Not when you spend five days in the chair, working and pretty much doing the same things.
I didn’t think it was that bad, but it is. I have an 11 year old, and if I take a quick glance at me though his eyes, I have only one question. What in the hell am I doing to him?
Even if I spent the weekend folding laundry and baking cookies, it is better than spending MORE time here in this chair.
I type that and love its bravado, but will I actually do it? This weekend, will I *be* more than I *do*? That’s the goal. Save for the new Holidailies entries, that’s the goal. So, I am hoping that my next entry - on a Sunday - will be all about fun. Maybe a photo of Christmas cookies or decorations. Maybe a ticket stub. So my challenge to myself is to bring home a trophy of a fun weekend. Evidence. Proof that I am human and not Borg.
But the key is tricky: finding the activities that don’t completely zap energy, finding creative projects that fill up the tank (well past 1/4), finding a way to get the laundry and vacuuming done too. That’s the magic formula for anything, really.
And by way of introduction to Holidailies readers’ and well, everyone, actually: I am the former Mrs. Wonderful. Evolved. Still grieving the loss of my family members (see 1 2 3), living in Dallas and enjoying trees, leaves, dirt, insane Texans rather than insane summer temperatures, starting new traditions with the Kid. (My mother died in 2003 and somehow there is no longer an obit for her online. An oversight, but not something to take care of THIS weekend.)