I don’t know that I’ve ever really appreciated just how fabulous weekends are… that is, until I went two weeks without a proper weekend.
Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t forced to work these two weekends in a row. I just didn’t get time to breathe! Weekend one was full of concerts, charity walks, and church. Weekend two (last weekend) brought a picnic, a wedding, a lunch, and eight hours of driving. Is it any wonder that this most recent week was pretty much a failure?
I can confidently say that I accomplished NO work this week, despite the great necessity to do work. Ok, so I did the minimum to get by, but I spent far more time alone, asleep, watching t.v., and hanging out with friends than doing the work I should have been doing. Case in point? I have 15 tests waiting to be graded on my coffee table (those tests were taken this Wednesday, and I have only read through one). Case in another point? A paper (which is due on Monday) is still waiting to be researched. There are cases and points all over the place. I won’t bore you with more.
Even with this slightly grim picture, all is not lost. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I have a burgeoning sense that I can accomplish everything that needs to be accomplished. Can I do it perfectly? No. Can I do it at all? Yes.
Suffice it to say, though, that I am taking advantage of THIS weekend to the best of my ability. It may be a bad move to take [even more] time out for personal self-care, but one of the “sleeper effects” of the past two weekends without rest has been a downed immune system. I am nursing myself through a head cold with plenty of fluids, more sleep, and decongestants.
After all, it’s not the worst thing in the world to give yourself some rest on the weekend.