Today I took the day off.
I scheduled it off weeks ago thinking I’d go out of town. But my plans fell through.
I thought about just working. I have tons to do. Then I thought maybe I could just be productive. I woke up at 5 a.m. with ideas and plans whirling around in my head. I was listing out all the chores I could get done.
But once the kids left for school I sat down with some thread 🧶 and put on a movie. Then I took the dog outside for a few hours and threw the frisbee. Called my mom. Then I came back inside and crashed on the couch where I’ve been watching Supernatural all day.
I didn’t do anything. I finished a spooky doily. 🤷🏻♀️
Sometimes I forget that I also need to make time to do nothing. (Or do nothing and make something?)