Today is the first of 10 days that I have off in a row. I was up before 6 am, busily working away on a writing project, kept my iPhone nearby throughout the day checking email time after time. And I wasn’t even expecting anything to come.
It is, I realize, habit, the rhythm of my frenzied days. It seems unnecessarily hurried and cumbersome in a quiet house by myself.
I was showered, dressed and out the door to vote and run errands before I knew what I was even planning for the day.
At the end of my errands and just before lunch with a friend, I went by Barnes and Noble and treated myself to books. Delicious books that aren’t designed to improve my writing, hone my self esteem, or teach me to be a better marketer. Just merely to lay open a human story before me and lead me on a journey.
I arrived home fairly early in the afternoon and nestled in to read. The iPhone still got checked and some messages responded to. Slowly, page after page, I felt my heart rate, my breathing, my inner pace returning to normal. Not unlike the cool down portion of the walking DVD I’ve been using.
Rest. Relax. Vacate — surely a shared root of vacation.