Decompression

I had a second to breathe this weekend. Well, actually I had roughly 259,200 seconds to breathe this weekend, but that’s beside the point, which is: I had a chance to slow down and do nothing this weekend. My batteries finally got what feels like a full charge. I had one mandatory social engagement on Friday and that was it, everything else was optional. I got caught up on my laundry, I grocery shopped, I slept well, I hung out with Kimmie and Barb a little (very little actually), and spent some quality time with the couch and Dexter (the tv series). It was nice. Even though I spent part of Saturday and the majority of Sunday feeling like crap health-wise, Zen-wise I felt great.

Sure my immune system was down, I was coughing more than breathing, and my brain was leaking too much awesome out of my nasal cavity; but I felt calm, almost peaceful, as if I had regained my inner balance.

As I look forward to the week ahead, I’m less overwhelmed with things I should do, need to do, want to do, what have you, and am more at peace with each moment. This evening I plan to do a full load of dishes and then spend some quality time with Kimmie and Barb – watching our favorite CW drama of course – and that’s it. Pleasantly un-busy.