Sort of.
But before I get into to that, some background.
Thursday at work about a half hour before lunch, I started to feel frantic. When the Boy was in Wilderness, I was taught how to do the Four Feelings Check: how are you feeling in your heart, mind, body and spirit. I was able to tune into this sense of panic right away. It was kind of weird that I was immediately able to tune into the idea that I was racing. But why was I racing? I was at work and work was moving along fine, but I felt like I had just drank fourteen cups of coffee, which for me is like taking a line of coke (which I have never done, but I can imagine.)
I realized I was panicking because I was behind in my personal life.
List of Shit I am Behind on:
- Renew overdue library books (done)
- Call the bank about the interest they charged when I mistakenly made a cash advance from my credit card instead of transferring money from my savings account because I fat fingered the banking app on my phone. (ugh)
- My homework for the Boy's boarding school (filling out surveys, reading all of the emails)
- Finish my writing assignment for my writing group, which I love, which means I have to decide what happens next to my main character, Betty. What problems will arise and how will she continue to ruin her life? (done, but continuing saga)
- Read the chapters from the other people in my writing group where I am in a long-term relationship with all of their characters.
- Pay the bills, figure out money
- Paint the bathrooms in the condo
In the empty space of my weekend, I am going to try to get some of this stuff done, along with a few social events.
Thursday night, I didn't sleep well at all. I was up from 3 until 4:30, and then up at seven. Friday was a slog. Midday, I wanted to take a nap. I watched the clock crawl to five, and then I wanted to go home and go to bed.
At Wednesday's lunch discussion, my manager assumed I went to Pike Place Market twice a day. I don't, but the assumption made me think "Why not?" I should go to the Market as often as I can to get food for dinner. Instead of going home and going to bed, I went to a seafood place and got scallops. I went to the vegetable place and got English peas and arugula. I went to the creamery and got cream (because cream.) I then wandered into a used bookstore, Lamplight Books* (because books) and poked around for twenty minutes.
I went home, turned on the end of the movie I had started on Netflix a few weeks ago and cooked. The scallops were delicious, which was surprising since I am not that great of a cook. Jack did most of the fancy cooking while I made pasta with tomato sauce a lot. After dinner, I worked on my jigsaw puzzle, watched Season 3 of "The Good Place" on Netflix, deleted 82,000 "promotional emails" from my gmail account and walked Fox.
In short, I did nothing. I sat around and relaxed by myself. I can't remember the last time I did nothing and was okay with it. I believe in being intentional with my days and time, but sometimes that means doing too much, or never getting a break. Sometimes I spend time with friends which is restorative and relaxing, but that is doing something.
Friday night was my day of rest.
* I just googled "used books Pike Market" and I found there are five bookstores in the market. Five! No wonder I love living here! I was looking for a Jon Krakauer book yesterday and there it is in one of the pictures on this blog post! He is a Seattle writer, so local bookshops should carry his stuff.
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