Relaxing seems like such a foreign concept these days. If I had the time and means to do so I believe I’d be at a loss. I suppose the visual most people get from the word “relaxing” is somethings low-key – sitting on a beach, getting a massage, reading a book with a nice big mug of warm goodness – and all of these sounds so appealing to me but I just about never have the time for it.
Perhaps because of this, I realize that I have different ways of rejuvinating myself. I don’t need a vacation in the Bahamas (but if anyone wants to buy me a vaca-package I’ll happily accent) and I don’t need a rainy day to sit by my window with good food. I’ve realized that the best way for me to not lose my sanity is my friends.
So when I have brief snippets of free time, I don’t mind going to another part of town to see a friend because I miss them so much. Whenever I can coordinate, I’m okay with getting up at the sparrow’s crack of dawn if I can squeeze in a Skype session, and I am so very thrilled about staying up late if it means I can get a good conversation on chat.
I regret that sometimes I have to cut a date short because of looming deadlines and meetings, I hate hate hate how a postponed plan will be postponed time and time again, and I bums me out when I don’t see friends online for long stretches of time.
But when I do and we talk, and we have coffee, and we send each other links and laugh – it’s the most relaxed I get these days. Just being able to flex my mind in a different way, being allowed to dump the not so happy bits of my life on the table, and absorbing goodwill and love and excellent company is probably the best that I could ask for.
My friends really are my lifeline.
My other relaxation/happiness with instant results: Food. Currently on the list of things I’ve craved in the last week:
1) Black olives
2) Roasted corn (with salt, lemon, and piiiiiiiro aachar)
3) Burritos (Ideally from Anna’s)
4) Cheese, a whole platter of a variety of cheese
6) Corn bread
8) Bitter bitter bitter chocolate
10) Peanut butter (out of the jar)
And the list could go on and on and on. Also, NO, I am not pregnant. I just really…really…really like food.
But when food doesn’t succeed and friends aren’t available, I have the quiet of my room, the comfort of blankets on my bed, and the infectious happiness of a puppy who teaches me how to love unconditionally.