Finding another word for it
A friend of mine has recently cut back her hours and is having a tough time trying to rejigger her scheduling. She has time – but for what? It’s a good question as most people who are on the treadmill juggling children, jobs, and relationships are begging for time off – time to BE – with nothing on their agenda but a good book and perhaps even a cocktail with an umbrella in it.
I’m looking forward to a little of all that myself this summer when Tin and I do our annual get away. But for now, it’s all jamming and cramming, and honestly with this summer heat upon me and a summer cold bearing down, I feel more like a flim flam than a jam is going on.
When did ennui become a desired state? How about my recent renaming of working to hustling? Or instead of I’m busy, which is what I end up telling everyone, how about, I’m on an exciting adventure that reloads daily?
See, I woke up sick this morning, my throat sore, my body achey and a headache to beat the band – but instead of letting it color my mood I decided that my body was knocking on my brain – saying, “Hey now, how about you take it easy and rest a bit?” So I have found another word for my cold, it’s a respite – a safe haven to just be. No permission needed.
