Gloriously Lazy Sundays

Every once in awhile I let myself have a day to recharge. I call them reboot days. There are only a couple of rules: Don't get dressed if I don't want to; don't do anything at all if I don't feel like it. It's harder to do than you think. There are actually a ton of things I should be doing, and nagging thoughts that tell me to listen to the shoulds, the you-betters, the why-don't-yous. But reboot days are necessary. I've had a few weeks of going non-stop, which included making some major decisions. So this is my first free day in a long time, and my chance to catch up on sleep and to relax. Reboot time. Tomorrow I'll be refreshed and ready to jump into my last week of work before moving on to my next gig. Saying goodbye will be tough and starting a new job nerve-wracking, but giving myself this day to relax and reflect means I'm equipped to take it on. With a fresh start. Even though my laundry pile hasn't gotten any smaller.