Work, Work, Work, Work, Work, Work

A little over two weeks ago, I joked with my husband about having the potential to become a workaholic. Only, the longer I pondered that joke, the more I realized it wasn’t a joke at all.

Monday through Friday, I’m busy. I always have my hands or mind on something. Either I’m studying data analysis and crafting a project for my portfolio, or I’m editing a chapter in my sci-fi fantasy novel, and if I’m not doing either of those things, I’m filming a dream-inspired tarot video or a coffee video for YouTube.

Because I’m a woman of many talents, it doesn’t end there—maybe, I’m melting wax to create a signature candle, or blending EverClear with Midwest fragrance oil and other products for a body spray.

If my mind is too fatigued to do any of those things, I’ll walk, or I’ll pull out one of the hundreds of books I have and read about a metaphysical theory. Either way, I’m busy. I have no days off.

Late Friday evening through Sunday, I’m attempting to operate as I do Monday through Friday, but it’s difficult. On these days, my body has the natural inclination to rest and relax, to play video games, or read a book without placing it into a specific time block. I struggle to not be productive…to not create…to not manifest the best life I could ever have in 24 hours…it’s exhausting.

That weekend, I did things a little differently. I decided to leave all the work things for Monday through Friday to savor the reward of the weekend, and it was great! I allowed myself to rest, and I didn’t rush through precious moments with my husband and my in-laws to get back to work…I relaxed.

It felt so good to pause and breathe; to take in the moment and not judge the day by how many boxes I’d ticked off my list. I toured a house for the enjoyment of it, to build a dream that will come to fruition soon. I didn’t over-caffeinate myself with coffee; I was stimulated by joy, freedom, and wonder. I held a little baby and watched her smile and gurgle with joy. I joked with my husband, and we talked and binged Severance until we were too sleepy to keep our eyes open.

And I didn’t want it to end there. I needed something as sweet as the weekend to wrap it up with a bow, so my husband and I had an impromptu ice cream date at Red Circle Ice Cream—Pearland.

The weekend seemed so ordinary, but that was the beauty of it, too, that I was able to find so much joy by pausing the cogs to see it.

So what have I learned?

I’ve learned to relax before my body forces me to rest, lol, because there is more to life than work, and my husband shows me that every time he drags me out of the house to feel the sun on my face.