I like to think my life is pretty balanced. I work 8-10 hours a day. I get between 7-9 hours of sleep every night. I walk or do yoga just about every day. I find time to write, read, stay in touch with friends, house-keep, blog-keep.
It wasn’t until my friend MaryAnne got here that I realized what I’d been missing lately…time to play!
Thankfully, she arrived this past Saturday just in time to save me from myself — I don’t think I’d laughed all week. And then all of a sudden, I did! Lots!
We spontaneously found ourselves in New Haven Saturday afternoon for a late lunch, some shopping, a visit to the Edwardian Opulance exhibit at the Yale Center for Brisish Art, then a browse-and-wander through Atticus Bookshop. Food, shopping, art, books, girl talk? Could it get any better?
Sunday was a pajama day. We slept late, made breakfast, watched movies, visited with my sister and nephew, took a nap, had dinner. Not one finger lifted in the name of work, all day long!
Monday was one of those days you’d skip school if you could — blue sky, fifty-something degrees. So I worked until noon and we headed out! Lunch at a new local burger joint (yum!), a drive with the windows down, and a lazy, sunny stroll around the town beach.
We managed to make our way back to work this morning — me here at my desk, she back in Boston. But somehow, it all seems to be moving a lot easier and smoother now. That’s what you get for playing!