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breaks, do nothing, lazy days, magic, Magicday, rest, take it all in
I’m not talking broken dishes…or bones here. But time for yourself.
After last weeks crazy Son of a Pitch schedule, I took time off from words, form thinking about them, from writing them…everything. I kinda zoned on the TV and watched the shows I love…I was a bit behind.
I am good at taking breaks. I am good at doing nothing. I excel at relaxing.
But not everyone does.
My husband works two jobs, Monday through Friday he is gone at 7am and gets home around midnight. He finally got a job where he has weekends off! Yea! Except he takes the weekends to do all the things! We have a big old house that we have been remodeling for 15 years, and though most of the huge projects are done, there are still little things here and there…moulding mostly. He’s building a magnificent wall shelving unit for our bedroom! It’s fabulous. So he’s always doing something. Last weekend he couldn’t seem to focus on anything so he ended up sitting in front of the TV, napping, and playing video games.
He kept looking at me and saying, “It’s just a lazy weekend.”
And I would smile and say, “YEA!”
Except, he wasn’t saying it because he was happy about it. He started referring to himself as a lazy bum. He felt bad for not finishing one project or the other.
Me: What do you HAVE to get done?
Hubs: Well, the moulding in the upstairs bathroom…
Me: And if it doesn’t get done today?
Hubs: Then it will never get done!
Me: Just because you don’t do it today doesn’t mean it will never get done. It’s okay to sit.
Look at me being the voice of reason! Or perhaps the voice of laziness? Whichever…it’s all good.
Last night, he turned to me and said, “Well, I truly did nothing all weekend.”
I straightened my shoulders in pride and replied, “You work so hard for us…for all that we have. You should sit sometimes and enjoy the life you have built. Sitting in the house without running around working on it. Playing video games with your son instead of watching him play as you pass. Laughing with all of us instead of being too busy.”
Living doesn’t mean working, well not all the time.
Pretty sure when I’m facing whatever comes after this life, I won’t be wishing I had cleaned more, worked more, or made more money. Sometimes living is about being in the moment, really seeing what you have and enjoying it. We all get back to work. We all have a purpose, meaning things to do…bills to pay…ways to leave our mark on the world. But what is it worth if we never sit and take all the magic in?
You might miss something fantastical…
