Ohgabetta

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 be...

Live! From not New York! It's meeee from my couch! That's right. I am taking the rest of Sunday off. Please hold my messages and forward any concerns to PepperRoni Productions. Aside from blogging now, and maybe a few additional posts to be scheduled for this week, I am kicking back. I don't feel bad; I've already gone for a hearty walk, grocery shopped, and laundry is actively going. Laundry I don't mind. It's more therapeutic than daunting. This may not seem like much, but I am usually so go-go-go. Oh, this is done? Great, now you can factor in ___. How about National Relaxation Day was this past Friday for $200, Alex? Guess who could not participate, due to a little known responsibility called work? This girl. So here we are this afternoon. I shall fore go the extra scrubbing the house could stand, I will not be bathing Roni as planned, and I've got two of the good pillows from the bedroom on my couch with me. And of course my DVR goodnes...