I had no idea how tightly I was wound up until I took the day off and was practically forced to unwind. Just relaxing alone was amazing, but spending the majority of the day with Rebecca made it so much better. It was like I exhaled a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
I definitely need to take days off more often, at least a few times a month.
To be honest, though, it wasn’t pretty at first. 😅 I kept trying to sneak in work things, and Anne kept getting on my case as a result. This happened for over an hour. I finally just gave up and tried to enjoy myself and not think about anything work-related. I really started to twitch when I received an email from Amazon saying I need to correct like four different things for the paperback version of When Daddy Was Away before they can approve it for sale. Anne practically had to tackle me away from the computer. 😆
I’m so glad she did. I only did two responsible things today: go grocery shopping with Anne to get her place stocked back up, and not slap the shit out of our cashier, who had the most epic resting bitch face I have ever seen. I should have taken a picture of it for this entry. Is that against the law I wonder? 🤔 If I find out it isn’t motherfuckers are going to be in trouble. 😁
Anyway, Anne rented Pitch Perfect 3 from Redbox and is bouncing around behind me waiting to watch it, so I’ll end this entry here.
Before I go: learn from my mistakes. No matter how passionate you are about something, or how many things you absolutely have to do, just drop everything sometimes and spend some time with someone you care about. You won’t regret it. Either will they. Whatever it is you were doing or have to do will still be there waiting. Can you say the same thing about your loved ones?
💡 The More You Know 💡
The children’s game “Ring Around the Rosey” and the words that accompany it (“Ring around the rowy, pocket full of posy, ashes, ashes, all fall down”) derive from the medieval practice of scattering rose petals in a circle around one’s bed (“ring around the rosy”) and carrying small bouquets (“pocket full of posy”) as protection against the aromas created by the disease and decay of the Black Plague (“all fall down”).