I’m coming up on the end of a week off from work – a much needed week off from work – and while I can’t say that I’m enthused about the idea of returning to the office quite yet, I can say that I feel much better now than I did at the start of this time off.
I was determined to accomplish a bunch of things this week – and, for the most part, I did all of it. There are still a few thing on the list that I hope to finish up today and/or this weekend.
Mostly, I just wanted some empty-minded time to myself. Alone. A bit of interaction with other humans but mostly just being lost in my thoughts and whims and getting things done that I needed/wanted to do.
I went for some long walks. I hung out in nature. I spent a day in Toronto. I spent another day in Hamilton. I went to the beach. I bought myself coffee a few times. I finished a bunch of books. Got some tattoo work done. Visited my piercing guy to get a ring put back in and some ideas for what’s next.
I slept late. I slept like a mutherfucking rock pretty much every night.
I have absolutely avoided my work email (which is impressive because I am not known for being able to avoid that) and my work texts and my work voice mail. I’ve heard bits and pieces of work-related things, of course, but nothing that required me to put any thought into it. I know that the people around me could handle it in some way or another and, even if I would have done it differently, it doesn’t fucking matter because I was on vacation. Swooooooooon.
Coffee put new speakers on my computer so I can host raves in my bedroom (so! much! bass!). I made some jam. Gonna’ make some Cowgirl Candy and grape pie this weekend.
I didn’t clean up any part of my house beyond the absolute basics requirements (so, um, a few things are a little bit gross at the moment). I did laundry only so I had something to wear all week. I bought some new clothes for myself.
Coffee got a new car, so we went out for a little dinner date to celebrate (and so I could ride in his new car and appreciate the new car smell).
I hung out with the cats and the dog a bit. I saw a few friends for long enough to feel connected but not long enough to feel obligated. I said ‘no’ a bunch. I ate Roma Pizza and some Beach Road kielbasa.
I didn’t post to Facebook at all (other than things that auto-post, like my goodreads updates) and I barely read anything there. I posted lots of pictures to instagram. I ate ice cream.
And I figured some shit out.. which was on my list of things I wanted to do with this week. I just needed the mental and physical space away from all my obligations in order to be able to actually think. To listen to my inner voice. Etc. Whatever.
It’s been a good week.