Do you ever wish you could give yourself a day off?
Today I wanted to take a day off. I didn’t want to run. I didn’t want to go to work or get out of bed. I didn’t want to pick my kid up in the pouring rain. I didn’t want to write. I didn’t want to do all the things in the middle.
Rainy days are like that.
I wanted to stay home and read and make soup and read some more.
But this life doesn’t even work like that. If I don’t go to work, I’ll have more work and stress tomorrow. If I don’t run, I’ll break my run streak (13 days so far!). If I don’t write, I’ll have more to write tomorrow (and have a much harder time getting started, as that goes).
What I really think I want is one of those days off like I had in college. When someone else covered my shift and I didn’t feel awful about it. When life was easier after a break, not harder.
Maybe I do breaks wrong. Maybe I’m just too bad at stopping. Probably. But today, I just really wanted to.
Until I got up and got going. Work went well, with all the pieces falling into all the right places. I ran in the rain and it was amazing and so wet and made me feel alive.
Maybe I just need a little break. One that gives me some space to breathe. Maybe that’s what I’m supposed to do all along. Make these pockets of space, like poems, along the way. Maybe I just need a bit more poetry. We can all use a bit more poetry.