I am on day three of my mini-staycation.  I am off until next Saturday, a truly rare miracle.  It is time I need to rest, read, write and repeat.   Well, mostly rest. I need a break. A break from the rush of working multiple jobs, writing and trying to stay sane all at the same time.  As I approach this week with my list of things to do, I am going to take the time I never do.  The time to breathe and just hang out with myself, Momma and my honey.

I am going to ignore my precious to-do list as much as possible, watch every episode of Downton Abbey and the Tudors available on Netflix and see how long I can remain in my Jack Skeleton pjs before I start to twitch.  Ambitious goals to be sure, but if I don’t make the attempt to take part this mythical thing called downtime then I risk burning out.  I have been in a pressure cooker too long like many folks in this country; treading water so long that the will to continue is giving out. It isn’t that I want to give up and let myself drift down into abyss; there just has to be a better way.  A way that actually relieves the mental exhaustion.

Things have been looking up, the rescue ship is on its way. I know this, but until it reaches me I am going to cut myself a break.   Well, at least for the next five days.