Four day weekend! It’s been a while since I had one of those. I should feel free. Relaxed. Calm. Ready to take next month by storm. I should be well-rested, well-fed, and ready to rock on through the rest of the year with a clear head. I should… The simple fact is this. I am not used to having a 4-day weekend.
What is going on?
I am notorious for not taking voluntary time off and now my internal calendar– is that a real thing?– is thrown off. It’s not a bad feeling, but it is unsettling. After two days of doing my usual day off routine I almost don’t know quite what to do with the rest of my time off now that’s not related to my work. In any case I feel compelled to fill this time and be somewhat productive. The problem is that what I consider being productive keeps changing from hour to hour. And now there’s that nagging feeling that ‘come Monday I’ll be behind before I start my day.’ And first thing that morning I’ll realize I should have used my time off to catch up on my backlog of stuff that I hadn’t been able to get to earlier and didn’t. Also, that I was supposed to be smarter than this. And finally, that I didn’t really believe I was supposed to use the time off to actually do nothing, right?