After four cups of Steamy this morning, none of which were able to alter the sluggishness of mind, either individually or collectively, the thought occurred to me that perhaps my mind had gone on a walkabout. Thus, I inquired within, and discovered the cranium empty, the plants had been watered, the fish had been fed, and the note left on the fridge read:
“If you’re reading this, I’m not here.
No worries, back soon.
Love,
Brainium
PS – the milk in the fridge is a bit whiffy, so best not to drink any.”
Fairly good indication of a mental vacation, I’d say. But whilst my mind is flitting off to some tropical paradise, the rest of me is still seated at my desk doing……well……desk things, like reading reports, filing bits of detritus, making sure This gets put in the That bin, and all the rest of the ‘where’s my pen?’ routine. It’s not often that my mind gets to wander off alone, but apparently today had been on the calendar for quite some time. What’s a body to do when Elvis has left the building and the dust bunnies are having free reign of the cavern?
We all could use a break once in a while, to clear the cobby webs, and let the dogs have their run. Yet we tend to march about, ever forward, trundling over the gardens and tromping about on the flowers, ever onward, as if the world would shut down without our daily input. And yet, the world was still here when you awoke this morning, and the trams still ran, and the water still flowed, and the air still gets breathed…without you. We work ourselves into a rut and then wonder why we can’t see out, then we quit trying to see out of the rut because we’ve just accepted that there’s nothing aside from the work to be seen, much less enjoyed.
I can remember the serious look on the face of my parents. It’s as if they didn’t believe in having anything resembling fun. Our family “vacations” seemed to revolve around my father’s work. My parents never seemed to be able to relax. Which partly explains their deep “need” to control everything and everyone. But that’s another story for another day.
My point is simple…..let your mind have a vacation once in a while. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy and Jill a wealthy widow.” Just saying.
Let Yourself Relax
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