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.

3 thoughts on “Week.

  1. Shannon

    You were noticeably absent from our Facebook Feeds. But I’m am very clad you enjoyed you week away and got out of it what you needed to get out if it.


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