I have taken some much needed time off from work, not to travel, not to go to an appointment, not for continuing education. I’ve take a few days off to rest. My definition of rest may be different from yours, but it is really our own personal definition of rest that counts. Part of rest for me is not having a strict time schedule that I’m trying to follow. On work days I impose a pretty strict schedule on myself in addition to the schedule imposed by my employer. Without a schedule I’m unlikely to stay on track as my energy lags. Today, my only real schedule was one scheduled phone call that lasted less than 30 minutes.
I got up and did most of my morning routine in the same way as usual. Feed the dogs. Devotional. Breakfast. Journaling. This is where things started taking a different path. I had a phone call with a friend. Then, I finished a composition. I spent time on the treadmill, finished a second composition, had lunch, spent 30 minutes reading, and played my lap harp. That sounds like of lot of things, so how can that be restful? It was restful for me because they were all things I really wanted to do and I did them on my own timeline. The core of me swells with joy when I am writing, singing, and playing music. My body relaxes when I am reading a book. My brain relaxes when I journal.
So what’s next? Maybe a nap in my hammock? Or possibly, snuggle time with my pups? Either way, the choices will be mine. Oops. I hear thunder. I guess it will be snuggle time with the pups. Hammock will have to wait until tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow…..more of the same. Composition. Harp. Reading. Exercise. Journaling. Devotional. Conversations with friends. Just a preview of what I imagine retirement could be like for me.