I think that sometimes people underestimate how much better life would be if they just listened to themselves once in a while. I typically know what I need. I don’t always give it to myself, but I usually know. And after the last few crazy weeks, and my childlike meltdown earlier this week, it was time to give in.
I didn’t get my snow day this week… highly disappointing. But I gave myself a half-snow day. I came home, and instead of sitting in front of my books for the next 12 hours like I should have, I took to my kitchen. While my husband made us a quick lunch, I started browning a roast and added some white wine, thyme, bay leaves, onion and tomato… and I put my highly adored dutch oven in to cook for the afternoon. It’s been weeks since I had time for a home cooked meal, much less one that fills the house with an amazing scent all afternoon as it slowly becomes tender and delicious.
Then, I curled up in bed with my husband for a nap. I can’t remember the last time I took a nap. And a nap without an alarm set? So long ago. It was one of the most amazing naps I’ve ever had. Definitely in my top three of all time.
I didn’t crack a textbook. I didn’t answer an e-mail. I just had a lovely dinner and then slid into a bubble bath with a good book and relaxed.
Then this morning I got up, and took control of my day. I don’t learn in class, I learn by sitting down with my books. Which is why mandatory attendance policies make me crazy… Really? I have to come, get nothing out of the discussion where other people ask questions I can’t imagine having, and end up playing on pinterest all day instead of knocking things off of my ten page to-do list? Nope. Not today. Today, I kissed my husband goodbye as he headed off to where I should have been going, and then I got started.
I got the apartment picked up. I got laundry done. I got all of the bills paid, and the pile of paperwork toppling off the counter filed away. I finished my bar application. I wrote a paper. I started research on a new project.
And I ate Starburst Jelly Beans. The best Easter candy there is. Addictive. I had tried to bury them away, because they are so addicting… then I gave in. Sometimes, you just need something sweet and amazing.
And my sanity returns.