Today I made a conscious decision to accomplish basically nothing. I’d say I was pretty successful.
Riley and I made a run to Walmart
I relaxed on the porch and watched the kids ride bikes
I made fun of a neanderthal/sasquatch family #sorryaboutthat
I sat under a shower of pink flower petals
I painted my nails a delightful shade of blue
I did a lot of this
I took selfies with Riley
Corban and I played with Dubsmash
(apparently WordPress doesn’t like video, so here’s a super cute still)
I ate a Peep. Just one. But it’s apparent that someone else has been here, too. #whaticanthearyou
I listened to a lot of Josh Garrels
Essentially, I gave myself the day off. I know, I know. I just went away for the weekend. I’m over being legalistic and keeping score of things like that.
I’ve been overwhelmed with the to-do list and with processing things in my heart, so I TOOK A STINKIN’ DAY OFF.
I breathed. I stilled my mind. I spent time in God’s presence. I enjoyed the kids, who didn’t have school today.
Why do I bother you with this information? I don’t know. Because maybe you need permission to take a day off. It’s hard to accomplish nothing on purpose. Do it anyway.
Guess what?! All the stuff I didn’t do is still there, waiting for tomorrow. I didn’t have anything pressing (I hope!). The world didn’t stop spinning.
And now I’m off to make an easy supper and watch Big Hero 6 with the kids.
I am satisfied with my care 😉