I am one of those people who, for better or worse, are always on the move, always thinking about the next thing that needs to be done. Even when I'm "relaxing," my hands are busy crocheting and my brain is planning something. Each day has a to-do list and I'm forever plotting how to best fit all of those tasks into one day.
So here we are on January 1, the beginning of a new year, the opportunity to wipe the slate clean and start on those new goals ("resolutions" sounds daunting). And--surprise, surprise--I had a list of things to accomplish today. But we stayed up late last night welcoming in the new year. Plus the child's cold made for a sleepless what-was-left-of-the-night. So neither the brain nor the body had any inclination in aiding my neurotic need to tick off tasks.
I won't lie, I looked at that to-do list several times during the day with a twinge of anxiety. But instead of taking the decorations down, cleaning the bathrooms or even editing a few more chapters, I cooked a lentil stew, crocheted on a friend's scarf, read a book. I even watched a movie curled up on the couch with my little man and a purring cat.
And you know what? I relaxed. I enjoyed doing nothing. This might be the beginning of a new me!