I am sitting this very moment at my desk, watching the snow fall in my back yard. It is slow, calming, and peaceful.
This past November and December left me feeling tired and thinned. Instead of sprinting into January with a head and heart filled with goals and ambitions, I sort of fumbled into it head over heels, worn out and with a heart filled with lead and a head filled with mush. I needed to rest. I needed to not be busy with a schedule jammed packed with things to do. I needed to be lazy.
And so I have.
I spent January mooning over Spike and laughing at his antics (Buffy watching). I spent January making new friends whose schools and town halls I can vandalize (Simpson’s Tapped Out). I snuggled up on the sofa at night with my love and debated over who had the worst wardrobe, Wesley Crusher or Jake Sisko (Star Trek DS9 watching). I cheered when Sherlock put on his cap. I read a book where I traveled with a dwarf (Watersmeet), perused through my Johnny’s seed catalog, and fangirled on Pinterest. I went less places and I ignored the small nagging voice that asked,
“Shouldn’t you be sending out your picture book manuscript to publishers? Shouldn’t you be editing your novel? Shouldn’t you be going to that meeting or volunteering for that thing?”
“No,” I answered. “No I should not. I need time to recharge my batteries, to rest, it will all be there waiting for me the next day, the next week, the next month.”
I have greatly enjoyed having a lazy January. I have enjoyed it so much that I think I will slowly ease my way into February and see how it goes. I will remind myself more that I don’t have to do everything all at once and that a firm no is better than a half-hearted yes and thanks to Krista M. I think I too will aspire this year to try to do less and take care of and be kind to myself more.