Okay, so the other day, I had a conversation with a co-worker that went something like this…
Me: “I need to find some time to relax a little.”
Her: “Me, too. I leave work, and spend an hour in my car in rush hour traffic. Then, I cook dinner, and it’s time for bed.”
Me: “I know. After work, I go to the gym, and after that run a few errands, and the day is over.”
My life is so planned out, and it was lost on me. I go to the gym three days a wee. I attend class one day a week. I write two days (sometimes more) a week. I blog one day a week. It’s amazing how short the week seems, sometimes. How is it there are never enough hours in a day, or enough days in a week, or enough weeks in a month? I mean, come on.
Do you remember when you were a child, and you couldn’t wait until you were an adult. Why? Why did we rush it? We just didn’t know how truly sweet it was, did we. Our parents had all the responsibilities, and all we had to do was go to school, and play. Awh, playing 🙂
Do any of us remember what it means to play?
I think that’s what I need to do. I need to play. I think I would love to play on the streets of Rome 🙂 Yep.
What are you doing to relax a little?