I worked too much last year. I did a full-time job where I wrote technical policy reports. I did a side contract where I wrote a technical policy report on my days off. I wrote monthly posts for my non-profit organization on my Sundays. I am mentally exhausted, spent, warn out!
I want more pleasure in my life; more time off; more down time. I have been off work for almost two weeks now, and while I have been busy, I have been busy doing things that do not feel like work. I decorated the house for Christmas. I made a gingerbread fortress from scratch. I wrapped gifts, made cards, and visited family. I have cooked meals, done laundry, bought groceries and organized shelves. I have played board games, walked in white snow, taken photos, and stayed up late watching the former TV series, Battlestar Galattica. I have gone to bed late, woken up without a clock, and spent half-days in my jammies. It has been grounding; it has been relaxing; it has been deliciously lazy.
Next week, I will start a new job that promises to be all consuming. BUT for a few more days, I am holding the world at bay. For a few more days, I am going to luxuriate in this place of timelessness. For a few more days, I am going to enjoy the pleasure of being in the moment; being present in my body; being focussed on the present. For a few more days, I am going to simply be.