I feel like it’s been a year since I’ve last posted.  [a year – 4 days, what’s the difference?]

This week has been crazy busy.  I’ve put in over 55 hours at my office job, spent two nights dining and drinking with visitors who were in for the training we hosted, worked two nights at my part time job, and submitted four articles for reviews. I am tired. exhausted.  [and perhaps a bit hung over.]

Although I have 16 emails in my inbox that are weighing heavy on my mind and heart to reply to, although I have 3 craft projects I was planning on wrapping up this weekend, although my apartment is in shambles, I missed 2 work outs because of unexpected work dinners and my “To Do This Week” list has barely been touched – I know that I have to cut myself some slack.

I need a bit of a detox. So instead of replying to emails, and doing dishes, and cutting paper, and running ten miles, and crossing anything off my list I’ll be in my apartment, in old too big navy sweat pants and my Lodi soccer hoodie with the following:

 

  

I need a day of mindlessness.  Where I don’t overanalyze anything, and I can follow other [fictional] story lines, and page through magazines as I rehydrate myself after two nights of way too many glasses of red. 

Sometimes the healthy decision is the decision to do nothing at all.  And that really is something.