Memorial Day weekend provided an epiphany for me. For 3 days, I ignored personal email, voice mail, work email and such and did only those things that made me happy or that I wanted to do for my self, not because I should or because someone else wanted me to.
At the end of 3 days (which felt like 4 because I telecommuted on Friday) I was rested, refreshed, sunburned and happily tired. I'd also accomplished many tasks and realized that I was rapidly becoming a grumpy, frumpy drudge.
And it's really true. Daily life was drudgery, work was drudgery, weekends were too. The house was a cluttered mess, I was behind on answering email, sending packages and cards, and I resented every responsibility (real or imagined), even Ken and the cats.
And I finally realized it was because I hadn't done anything just because I wanted to in ages. Examples:
There are more examples, I'm sure. But now, let's examine these.
Gardening: I wanted to plant lots of veggies - tomatoes, beans, peppers, squash, corn, herbs - and build more raised beds. I wanted to finish my Roy G. Biv garden, which had gotten pushed off again. I wanted pretty pots of plants by the door that we actually use.
What was I doing? Lots of work on the front yard, which does need to look OK since it faces the street; however, we don't use the front door or front porch currently. The side and back porches and doors, which we use daily, were boring and badly in need of sprucing up. The patio serves as our living room in the summer, and it certainly needed work. Veggies? Just a tiny little plot.
Volunteer work: Necessary to nourish my soul; 'nuff said for now.
Work Work: Necessary on many levels, especially since I like being able to buy yarn and plants and food. But is it really necessary to work 50 and 60 hour weeks? Why haven't I taken time to go home for "Christmas" yet? All work and no break makes Diann a grumpy woman!
Craft projects: Our master bedroom needed a new look, so I was trying to make a quilt. My MIL loves the socks I knit for her and wants a purple shawl, so I've been working on those. And on and on...
This soft green silk yarn is calling me, I want to knit Sandrine, I really need some embroidered dish towels, there's wreaths and clothes and mending and needlepoint and crewel and sewing and quilting and yarn to dye - what am I waiting for?
Cooking: Ken is a picky eater - he's from NYC, and there's nothing in CA to compare; just ask! His mother is a continental-trained European cook: when asked what food he remembers his mother cooking, his answer is Coq Au Vin, Sauerbrauten and the like. I remember enchiladas, pot roast and so on. Ken won't eat mushrooms, olives, okra, sweet potatoes and yams, Granny Smith apples, figs, plums and squash, and most fish. My cooking rut is enormous - I make the same 5 meals over and over because Ken will eat them.
I love to bake: bread, pies, cakes and cookies. I love preserving food, and making sauces, and experimenting with new recipes.
Exercise? Diet? Me time? : Last fall, I started using SparkPeople and lost 10 pounds (3 between Thanksgiving and New Years Day!). I've kept those 10 off, but haven't lost any more. Exercise takes a back seat to everything else and that's bad. Going out to lunch is SF is a great excuse for a brisk walk, unless you head to the food court in the building and get take out! We have 2 pianos; you'd think I might make time to play once in a while. Personal tune ups? The monthly massage-pedicure-facial hasn't happened in at least a year and maybe 2!
This may all sound negative and sad and stupid, but it's been a revelation and a relief!