Sweet, sweet nothingness. After a week of full-steam ahead – I think it’s time for a break. Sure there are things to do, posts to write, chores to attend . . . but once in a while you’ve just got to say: Nope, I’m staying in bed. (Or in my case, I’m getting back in bed).
The other day Zsolt sent me an article about the importance of exercise and eating well. You’ve all seen these articles. Every few months new research shows – surprise! Exercise, vegetables, fish and grains are healthy. It’s not as though I wasn’t aware of all these things before he forwarded the article, but it was nevertheless a nice reminder. This past month has been quite busy with my days scheduled in full, and for some reason exercise consistently gets moved to the back of the priority list.
So we have been walking, and until it gets warmer I guess that will be it. However walking doesn’t really build a sweat so in the back of my mind there is this tickle: exercise more.
And then there’s the work. Last year we upped and moved from England to Canada which mean everything dove into a tailspin. My work mostly comprised of cleaning the house and making meals. Plus, of course, the writing of lovely stories. However we’re adults living in my parent’s house and this has ceased to be cool. (Not that it ever was, but it certainly was convenient). Therefore, as Zsolt hunts for a job in the land of science, my goal has become: get us out of the house. And bit by bit I’ve picked up freelancing opportunities that will, soon, shortly, enable us to MOVE OUT.
Yay!
So as I lay here in bed I’m totally stoked, and yet, I’m also flat out in need of a nap. This whole ‘work for yourself’ thing is new, and I’m still learning boundaries. And in the back of my mind there’s this little tickle: make more money.
Plus, of course, a well-rounded woman these days is meant to pursue her passion. While blogging is a pleasure, writing fiction is a passion. And yet, because passion can often translate into ‘luxury’ and therefore be saved for only the best of times (i.e. the quietest), I’ve pushed aside all writing activity along with the exercise in favour of other obligations.
But there’s that little tickle: Keep on writing.
And since I’m onto tickles, there’s the relationships tickle: Give time to your husband.
Plus the friend tickle: Make time for your friends.
Along with the family tickle: Spend time with your parents.
Soon enough I’m going to hyperventilate with all this ridiculous tickling. I mean, at what point does tickling cross over into torture? Were there men in black hoods during medieval times who held giant feathers and tickled their victims to death?
This is my proposal: Take a freaking break from worrying about all these obligations and ‘to do’s, and instead, lay in bed and watch reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer while sipping tea and eventually taking a nap.
Just for today – no more tickling. Just for today, I’ve got to cut some slack. And I suggest you do the same. (If you don’t already count reading this blog post as a mini-vacation from the world . . . hey, some people just might!) Forget the obligations, the should-do, the ‘I feel guilty cause I’m not’ . . . and just enjoy as much as possible, even if only for a minute.
Now please excuse me, Buffy is waiting.
The end. 
For today.
