For the last few weeks, I’ve felt like I’ve been pulled in seventeen different directions. At work I was assigned to a new boss, had to finish scheduling over 125 authors for the Northwest Bookfest in October, had two fall series to arrange and attended committee meetings for the various special projects I’m working on.
At home, I’m still working on remodeling my office, had to get ready for a visit from my Mom, need to always find time to make dinner for my family and spend time with the grand- baby.
I’ve also been working on getting my first book into digital format and focusing on helping my graphic designer with options for the cover art. This involved finding a model, purchasing the rights for the images and giving her ideas of what I like and want.
My days have felt like a super- decathlon, where I’m expected to change activity — run, bike, swim, kayak, dance, play basketball and then do a little rock climbing.
So I’ve been counting down the days until my “stay-cation” so I can finally get some serious down time. I’m thrilled that the weather in the Northwest has suddenly turned to summertime, and I’ll have two weeks of free time. I didn’t make a lot of plans, because I want to enjoy visiting with my Mom. And I plan to put in some significant hammock time to catch up reading.
My point is that we can get so busy with all the demands on our time that we forget the best gift we can give ourselves is leisure. Time to relax, recharge and daydream. In the end, that’s what fuels us for telling stories.