A funny thing happened on the way to my Sunday getting started. Whilst at the gym, you know, just working on that fitness (Hey girl, Fergie!), I was scrolling the latest Twitter feed and found an article posted via Cosmopolitan Magazine by writer Sarah Wexler that caught my attention.
The article articulates the shaming that is associated with taking a day to just be. Do nothing. Kick back. Order takeout. Nap.all.day.long. The author talks about rejuvenation and the need to hit stop, and how she spent her day doing absolutely nothing. And how it felt so good. But, when out to eat and sharing this with girlfriends, she was immediately shamed when one exclaimed how she missed a beautiful day outside, and how her other friend had "used her Sunday to grocery shop, clean her house, walk the dog, and get a mani."
That last line there? Me to a T. I am that friend who would ramble off at brunch how I did this, this, and that, and was able to close out one to do list before my first bite of home fry.
Now, the words and the shaming that Sarah, the author, describes, is ridiculous. Why should she be made to feel like a "sloth", as she says, for taking time that her mind, body, and soul clearly guided her to acknowledge she was in need of? Why should anyone? I mean, sloths are freaking adorable too. Who wouldn't want to be one every now and then?
Seriously though:
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I realize I am that person who will make things to do for herself to feel accomplished when striking an item off the ol'list. It can be easy to constantly push yourself to not slow down for x, y, and z reasons. Today though. Today I felt no shame.
After reading this little article: I came home from working out, plopped on the couch, kicked back and napped on/off. And watched Bringing Down the House. And My Girl 2. And Kourtney and Khloe Take the Hamptons. I did make a quiche tonight for work week breakfast and dinner, but that was easy peazy and ya gotta eat, even when relaxing.
No shame in the game of hitting restart with some nice, solid nothing. Tell me, do you ever feel shamed for taking a day to do nothing at all?
Until we meet again,
M
The article articulates the shaming that is associated with taking a day to just be. Do nothing. Kick back. Order takeout. Nap.all.day.long. The author talks about rejuvenation and the need to hit stop, and how she spent her day doing absolutely nothing. And how it felt so good. But, when out to eat and sharing this with girlfriends, she was immediately shamed when one exclaimed how she missed a beautiful day outside, and how her other friend had "used her Sunday to grocery shop, clean her house, walk the dog, and get a mani."
That last line there? Me to a T. I am that friend who would ramble off at brunch how I did this, this, and that, and was able to close out one to do list before my first bite of home fry.
Now, the words and the shaming that Sarah, the author, describes, is ridiculous. Why should she be made to feel like a "sloth", as she says, for taking time that her mind, body, and soul clearly guided her to acknowledge she was in need of? Why should anyone? I mean, sloths are freaking adorable too. Who wouldn't want to be one every now and then?
Seriously though:
via
I realize I am that person who will make things to do for herself to feel accomplished when striking an item off the ol'list. It can be easy to constantly push yourself to not slow down for x, y, and z reasons. Today though. Today I felt no shame.
After reading this little article: I came home from working out, plopped on the couch, kicked back and napped on/off. And watched Bringing Down the House. And My Girl 2. And Kourtney and Khloe Take the Hamptons. I did make a quiche tonight for work week breakfast and dinner, but that was easy peazy and ya gotta eat, even when relaxing.
No shame in the game of hitting restart with some nice, solid nothing. Tell me, do you ever feel shamed for taking a day to do nothing at all?
Until we meet again,
M
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