IMG_2195I’ve had a rough week. After a whirlwind trip last week, I came home to a challenging assignment for class, a huge project kicked off at work, and I generally have too much on my to-do list. Two evenings in a row, I was crying at my computer while working on that challenging assignment.

But I really knew it was bad when I forgot about a training session I had scheduled at the gym. That’s my breaking point: When I forget something on my schedule. I’m usually really good at that.

Then, Nick was rubbing my shoulders while I was working at my desk. He could feel the knots and tension. He told me I should take a break and go get a massage. “I don’t have time,” I sobbed. Being unreasonable was sign 2 for me that I was overloaded.

He urged me again to take a break, reasoning that when you continue on in times like this, you just make it worse because you make careless mistakes. I told him I was just going to work until 8:30, then I’d be done for the night. I even set an alarm.

At 8:30, I closed my book and went upstairs. Lying in bed, I opened Health magazine, where they often have guests share their idea of a perfect day.  It doesn’t even have to be reasonable. It could start with breakfast in Napa, include a show in New York, and conclude with sunset snorkeling in Sydney.

I started thinking about my perfect day. It wouldn’t be as extravagant as teleporting around the world.

It would start with sleeping in until I woke up naturally, then getting up and having coffee and maybe a croissant outside by a pool, lake or ocean. Then I’d read for a bit. Doesn’t even matter what. When I got around to it, I’d do something physical: a hike, paddleboarding, or an outdoor yoga class.  I’d eat lunch that someone else made for me. And have dessert, too, because it’s my dream day.

In the evening, I’d like to do something with my favorites. Let’s rent the ice arena just for us and all go ice skating and then go out for drinks.

Then I’ll go home and snuggle up with Nick because that’s when I feel my most relaxed.

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