I actually got to see a little fall this week in Indy! That never happens here!
People were talking online the other day about the worst holiday. Opinions varied, of course, from Valentine’s Day for its sappy manufacturedness to Christmas because OMG does Christmas ever end?
My personal vote would go to Fourth of July. Not only does it mess with the possibility of me getting a hotel room near the beach on my birthday, but the combination of drunks and explosives strikes terror in my heart.
Someone said “Can’t we just have a Blank Day, with no expectation that we do anything or go anywhere? A real day off.”
“Yes! Yes!” I thought. I tend to put a lot of pressure on myself to constantly check things off my to-do list, and that list is never-ending. Even on vacation, I’m strategizing about how to pack more into a day.
After this week’s travels, I hit the wall. It was enough to make me take the idea of Blank Day seriously. I went to bed about 10 pm last night and got up close to 8 this morning. Then I let myself have no obligations. I did walk the dog and go to Farmer’s Market, but only because I really wanted to. When I saw Ish on Main Street, I let myself plop down in a chair beside him and yammer on until he had to leave.
Other than that, I have been fotzing around the house all day. I got stuff done, but in a random fashion, starting and stopping whenever I felt like it, not pushing for anything. A friend may stop by later. That’s all I’ve got.
This is my new favorite holiday. Happy Blank Day!