Slow Saturday
I feel exhausted. Still somewhat overwhelmed. It’s a culmination of running around, answering emails and calls and not sitting down. Slow Saturday.
‘Rest (or perceived rest) is more important in the long run, as much as it seems like a burden in the short term.’
I needed the slower start today.
I wanted it. Desired it almost.
I woke up slower.
I made my way to bathroom gently and almost theatrically.
I wasn’t in a rush.
It was relaxing.
I didn’t wake up refreshed this morning. I woke up exhausted.
I can feel the bags under my eyes.
But, perhaps, they have been there all along and today, more than any other day this week, I am conscious of them.
I still have a lot to do, but I have more hours to do them.
No meetings. No obligations.
Just what I want to do with my time.
Objectively, I should spend time doing certain things like going to the library and searching up archival material.
Which I will go and do soon.
I should also call and message all the people who have referred me to new connections.
Also, I have some work to do for back home.
All. In. Good. Time.
Thursday afternoon was similar to this.
I took it slow.
Instead of rushing round the city in Ubers or pacing blocks at record speed.
I procrastinate more.
Let myself enjoy my own company.
Monday to Friday — I’m busy.
Saturday and Sunday, I try and make a concerted effort to be slower.
Although, I do have a mid-research holiday to Houston coming up next week.
I’ll be busy with planning, consolidating and preparing for the next 10 days.
As well as enjoying needed time with family.
I like to work when others are working and spend time relaxing when others are dormant too.
Today is a meaningful slow day.
I’m going to get things done, in my own time.
Not my rushed state.
Having said that, I need to go to the library before it closes.
Slow Saturday.