I’m terrible at relaxing. I think it’s physically impossible for me to just sit and chill out.

No really, I have anxiety about relaxing. I’m just so anxious that I’m not relaxing correctly that I can’t do it.

Rather than sitting down and watching a show, I’d much rather obsessively scrub something… but sometimes…

Sometimes you need a break. 

I finished a LONG semester yesterday.

The semester was long, this last month has been especially long, and this last week included 4 baseball games in a row.

By the time I finished grading the last paper yesterday my brain was… fried.

And it was time to get ready for another baseball game.

Did you ever have those days in college when you’d been studying so long that you could no long comprehend what you were reading?

I read the last paper 3-4 times before assigning a grade.

I almost felt like I was back in Egyptian Art and Architecture.

I love my job, I love my life, I even (mostly) love the hours spent at baseball, but I’m tired and I think it’s finally time to just relax.

My house is a wreck.

There is laundry… everywhere, including on my bed.

I need to clean… everything.

I’m finding legos and toothpaste in the strangest places.

I need to make dinner.

I need to make up for all the time spent in the finals week whirlwind.

I need to prep for next semester.

I need to get things ready for another busy week next week.

But…

I honestly don’t care today.

In the break between baseball and birthday parties I shoved the laundry to one side and took a short nap (and now I’m writing this).

It’s the middle of the day, prime time to get stuff done.

And… I’m relaxing. It’s pretty great.

I’m sure the next 20-30 minutes will bring a significant uptick in productivity, but for the moment, it’s lovely to just sit.

It’s lovely to just sit and listen to country music, surf Pinterest for new crafts that I don’t have time to make, and just enjoy the peace and quiet of Saturday afternoon.

Productivity has its time, but right now… is the moment to just sit and relax.