I took a day off the other day - I had several things that needed doing and, I'm ashamed to admit, 12 days that I need to take off before the end of the year or I lose them.
(And that's after subtracting the days that I can roll over to next year. I guess I just really love my job!)
Anyway, I thought to myself that I still might work some, albeit at a slower pace, just to get ahead on several small projects.
Midway through the day, when I realized I was struggling to get my several things that needed doing done, I admitted I was not going to work. What I was going to do was rest.
Its a strange thing - intellectually I know that resting is good and useful for the soul. Yet somehow it's still hard to let myself settle into watching a foreign film, petting a kitty and doing not much else.
And the idea of putting "Get more rest" on a task list seems ridiculous.
So at first I felt guilty about relaxing.
Then I felt liberated.
Now I can't wait to take my other 11 days off - including the entire week between Christmas and New Years!