Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
Well—when I say nothing, I mean nothing ‘productive’. I didn’t do any ‘chores’. I didn’t do anything I ‘should’ have done. I didn’t do anything I didn’t have to do. And I enjoyed every minute of not doing any of it.
There, I admit it. I’m a lazy, lazy person. I know we aren’t really supposed to admit that sort of thing about ourselves, but there it is.
I walk the dogs every day, twice a day, because they need the exercise, it is good for them and because, quite honestly, they make me crazy if I don’t. Would I bother to go out walking twice a day if it were just me? I very much doubt it.
I also exercise myself every day—but only because I would be the size of a house if I didn’t. (How do I know? Well, I’ve been there folks.) Do I enjoy exercising every day? Nope. I would 100% prefer not to have to do it. (I do enjoy not being the size of a house any more though, so it’s a means to an end.)
I go to work because I need to pay the rent, and the bills, and feed myself and the dogs. Would I give up working full-time tomorrow if I could afford to? Absolutely. (Don’t worry. My boss and I have already had this conversation and she knows it isn’t personal. She also knows I can’t afford to give up working any time soon.)
So, if I had my choice I would be ‘resting before I got tired’ much more often . . . and I’ll bet I’m not the only one out there. Why don’t you put your feet up and join me? Go on. You know you want to . . .