Rest: an unfamiliar day off.

I’m going to take the day off. A real one. 

Ten-plus years it’s been. Maybe more. 

It feels uncomfortable to think about – it feels unfamiliar – feels guilty.

And…it feels like the deepest breath of fresh air coming my way. 

I have forgotten what rest looks like.

There is an excitement swirling deep within me. 

I’m going to take a real day off.

What does that even mean?!#

It’s 10:30 am Saturday.

Do I sit and lie on the couch all day? 

Do I read here in my pajamas all day?

I have no idea what I will eat or when – but food is there when I want. No grocery shopping today. 

No cleaning either. 

What if I left everything just as it is?

What if I didn’t need to straighten that pillow or organize those papers?

What if I didn’t need to check emails?

What if I didn’t need to check the weather? why do I check the weather several times a day when I work from home?

What if I didn’t do anything on my to-do list?

What if I didn’t browse-shop on the internet for stuff I don’t need; when what I need is day off from all this doing. 

I look around…

What am I going to do with myself if I do nothing?

What does taking a real day off look like anymore? What does it mean?

It means I don’t have to do anything – nor feel like I have to do anything.

It means I may. It means I might.

It means I don’t know.

I might watch the Hallmark Channel; for I don’t know how long.

It’s an unfamiliar day, but one I want to become more familiar with. 

We will see what happens.

Taking the day off.