Man, what would it even be like to have two days off IN A ROW every week? Luxurious, I suppose. I recently upgraded from 3 days off every month to 7. Seven! Seven whole days of NOT WORKING each month. Amazing.
This means that I have every Friday and most Sundays off (though not today, which is why I am posting for your please FROM WORK! Double the pleasure, double the fun), and at first I wasn’t sure what to do. See, I always feel like I could or should be doing MORE. Like Laura always says, “Work hard, play hard.” And I’ve tried to live that mantra, in that order, which means that I’ve been reluctant to do anything indulgent mid-day, like napping, or reading, or watching ANTM.
And when I have broken up a day jam-packed with accomplishments, appointments and tasks, I’ve felt guilty. GUILTY! So guilty.
Like last night, at a party, I was talking to Mandy, who has a full-time job AND a part-time job, which means she works SEVEN DAYS A WEEK (that’s every day, friends), and I started to feel little pangs of guilt and anxiety. Like, “Oh, well, if SHE can do it…” or “Maybe I’m being too lazy…” etc., etc.
But I’m not like that. I can’t work seven days a week, or even six, or work both opening AND closing shifts every day. Not without hating–and I mean absolutely HATING–life.
So now I use my Fridays off to have accomplishments (run errands, clean house, etc.), but then Sundays (Sundays!), I do nothing. Or almost nothing. Because sometimes I have to work (like today!), and sometimes I want to work on my blog or some other personal project, but what’s really changed, I suppose, is that I don’t feel like I have to do anything. Today I went to brunch with the family (Mothers’ Day, you know), and now I’m working, and then I’m going to Taylorsville to eat dinner with the Boy and his family, and then we’re going to watch A Game of Thrones while drinking beer and THEN I’m going to go home, read, and go to bed.
No practicing, no chores, no guilt.
Self-acceptance. It’s my new thing. Also writing in CAPITAL LETTERS, apparently. And that’s okay, too. 🙂