Oct 01 2006
A Day Of Rest
I took a day off today. Appropriately, it is Sunday, the traditional “day of rest.” The day of no work.
I didn’t pay bills.
I didn’t do laundry.
I didn’t do anything I didn’t feel like doing.
I wasn’t planning on having a day of rest. I have plenty of things that need to get done:
- Install dimmer switches.
- Figure out why one track light isn’t working.
- Re-figure out how to REMOVE the track light (I did it once, why can’t I effin’ do it again??)
- Organize closets (AKA Putting A Nail In My Eye)
- Laundry
- Wash car
- Rewire lamp
- Return library books
- Pay bills
I didn’t do squat. Diddly did I do. I read. I ran. I read some more. I ate chocolate. I drank red wine.
I didn’t even play any music. I just wanted quiet.
I feel quiet. I feel stilled.
I travel for my job. I can be on the road almost constantly. This past year has been one of those times.
My weekends are filled with all the chores that most others can spread out during the week. Chores like washing your car, paying your bills, doing laundry.
When I’m on the road a lot, my weekends become nothing more than preparing for the next trip, dealing with all the administrative chores from the previous trip, and catching up with my personal life. Not that I am complaining. I enjoy the traveling.
But I would like a day of rest and I rarely allow myself one. Between society’s message of being Productive and my own upbringing, I have a difficult time with doing nothing, accomplishing nothing.
Today I got nothing done.
I need to do a lot more of that.