Why is it that I wait until I:
- Just. Can’t. Go. On. Before I take a break?
- Am. Totally. Exhausted. Before I stop and rest?
- Feel. Completely. Broken. Before I schedule time away?
Do you do that, too?
Is it human nature, do you think?
Or are some of us just wired to go until we’re forced to collapse?
Perhaps it comes with being a mom. Doing for your family no matter how tired you might be.
Perhaps it comes with working for (and by) yourself. Knowing that you don’t have employees to pawn work off on, yet realizing the work must be done.
By Thursday night, I felt so spent that I knew my only recourse was to take Friday off.
To renew my psyche.
So I went to the country to visit a friend.
Something about fields of corn and soybeans in full growth mode soothes my soul.
We sat outside. And swung. And watched her puppies.
The air smelled clean. The trees swayed in a gentle cool breeze. The sun warmed our arms and faces.
Then we did a bit of shopping.
I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, so I felt no urge to buy. Just to look. And, as my sister says, To touch and roll the pretty things.
To soak in the colors and materials. To anticipate the changing of the seasons based on the items displayed.
And that night I slept the sleep of an old dog — deep, refreshing, rejuvenating. Like flowers after a soaking rain.
Since it feels so good to take a vacation day now and then, I wonder why it takes so long for me to take one?
What’s stopping you from enjoying the present?