Taking a sabbatical was such a good thing – good in ways that I didn’t anticipate.
I thought that I’d feel an urge to check in online, log time on work projects here and there and have various “to-do’s” pinging around in my mind.
I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t work at all – I did. But my time was limited to a few specific tasks and I checked my email only twice a day, responding to the urgent and ignoring the rest. And I managed to stay off of Twitter for an entire week. (Shocking.)
The majority of my time was spent relaxing with my husband, making the furbabies feel appreciated, cooking good food from scratch and preparing for two Christmas celebrations, eight house guests and mountains of laundry.
I even set up the Christmas tree. On Christmas Eve, but I set it up.
I had no idea how much I needed to rest, from daily duties and from the (real and imagined) demands of electronic life.