Who would have thought I could be so productive while doing so little?
This weekend was all about getting rest. Well, there was that 18-mile run on Saturday. But other than that, it was all about rest. Really.
Some of it was forced rest – the body’s way of saying that it needed time to heal and recuperate. {Remarkably, I feel pretty good for a girl who ran 18 miles. Just a touch of soreness in my hips!} A lot of it was simply necessity combined with an empty schedule.
The Boy and I went out for sushi buffet. We watched a lot of Lie To Me. We played meaningless computer games. We drank wassil. We watched huge snowflakes fall.
We just did a lot of nothing.
But here’s the weird thing: That rest not only helped my body resync after my run, but it helped my mind resync as well.
I finally figured out how to tackle my mountain of neglected scrapbooking. I had an organized plan for attacking a hectic deadline at work. And I don’t feel stressed.
Here’s to going slower!
Forced rest = productive list making.
So true!!