Life is too short to spend sitting on your ass, right? I try and get as much living squeezed in as I can — though I have a long way to go to get where I want to be — mainly so that come the deathbed I don’t feel like I left anything in the tank. A full time job, adult responsibilities, financial realities, my own inertia, etc. tend to lure me away from doing many of the things that make me a pleasurable person to be around. So I do my best.
Nonetheless, it gets tiring, and being a bit under the weather doesn’t help. So I’m grateful for days like Sunday: hours spent really not doing much of anything. Call it what you want; resting, “sharpening the saw,” whatever. I watched a live KISS concert on TV, organized some other stuff, kept an ear on football . . . just a whole lot of glorious nothing. Experience tells me this will translate to more enthusiasm as the week unfolds.
That’s worth getting up for in the morning.
I’m curious to know what other people do to try and recharge the batteries, and how often it’s necessary?