Geeze. I know I’m not 20 any more, and mostly I’m glad. Getting older has some definite advantages. But physically…
I’ve been moving. It’s a good move for me. My office overlooks a canyon, and so does my deck.
MzTiz, my 14 year old tabby, has been exploring the canyon and who knows what.
There may be an easier way to move, but I haven’t found it. There’s the packing, and this time I did quite a bit of clutter clearing – which meant hauling books and other stuff to various stores to sell or donate.
Even though I had two strong guys with a big truck coming I still had to move boxes from here to there – well you know.
And at the other end, in the new home, I’ve worked my not-so-little tail off. I’ve hauled on rugs, moved boxes from one place to another, emptied the car who knows how many times, figured out what goes where.
In short, I’m tired and I’ve earned tired.
So what does this have to do with freelance writing?
I’m declaring a pajama day!
A pajama day is a day when you do next to nothing. And you don’t feel a whiff of guilt about doing little or even less than that. It’s a personal day without personal chores.
I prepared by going to the library and picking up several mysteries. I’m not capable of thinking more deeply than mind candy.
I didn’t make the bed because I’m getting back in it shortly. (MzTiz is smart enough not to get up at all yet. She hasn’t moved a thing, but apparently exploring new territory is, well, exhausting.)
The ability to declare a PJ day, whatever you name it, is one of the glories of being a freelance writer. It’s one of the ways I take care of myself.
How do you take care of yourself?
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