On Sunday, I decided to take the day off. After working to the point of physical exhaustion on Saturday, I felt I had earned it.
But, honestly, it didn’t go that well.
I told myself that I wouldn’t work on any of my writing projects…but I couldn’t resist and I jotted down a few notes here and there.
I told myself that I wouldn’t work in the yard…but before I knew it, I had four planters of flowers potted on the patio.
I told myself that I wouldn’t read or do any research for my next book…but I couldn’t help myself there either.
To be honest, taking time off feels impossible for me. My brain doesn’t want to slow down, much less turn off. It’s an around-the-clock idea factory.
I’m not even sure I know what it means to take a day “off.” Does it mean doing nothing? Does it mean doing only the things that I enjoy?
The truth is, most of us are so used to being plugged in that we don’t remember how to power down, much less take a day off.
This particular area of my self-care practice has been the most challenging to develop. I know that it will take time and a willingness to experiment through trial and error, but I’m committed to caring for myself in a way that incorporates regular periods of rest and regeneration.
How do you spend your time off?