After a long day of back-to-back meetings, the last one of which was four hours long (yes, you read that correctly – a half-day offsite during which my butt stayed glued to an uncomfortable conference center chair), I came home, dropped my things by my loving husband’s feet, and proceeded to collapse on the living room floor.
“Stick a fork in me,” I quipped. “I am done.”
Okay, so I was being a wee bit melodramatic. Or maybe more than a wee bit. All I knew is that I felt weary. Mentally, physically, and spiritually worn down.
This is what happens when you go-go-go for days without stopping.
So tonight, I forgot about my to-do list. I didn’t even attempt my 500-word a night writing goal. I sat my butt on the couch, curled up next to the dog, and shut off my brain. DVR’d episodes of The Walking Dead helped zombify me for two delicious hours.
Then I got up, put away the leftovers from dinner, packed Joe’s and my lunches for tomorrow, wiped down some counters, and retreated to my office to write this.
In other words, business as usual.
What I’m trying to say is this:
I needed those two hours of mindless being. (I mentioned the four-hour-long meeting, right?) I needed to power down, check out, and let my metaphorical batteries recharge before I could go back to the nightly routine. Even though I fell 111 words short of last night’s writing goal, and even though I desperately needed to update my YNAB budget, and even though there are a bajillion constructive things I could’ve been doing with my time –
Sometimes, doing nothing is just as important (if not more) than checking off items on a to-do list.
Sometimes, you just need to be.