I am not normally a routined sort of person, I grew up with a lot of routine and structure and well, busyness. I’m quite sure I packed 40 years into my first decade, which perhaps explains my level of exhaustion. As an adult I try never to schedule my weekends, I was the same when I fostered the children, our Mon-Fri was busy enough, our weekends should simply allow us to follow our feelings and needs. However, as of late there is one little routine I’ve sort of fallen into, a routine which is about rhythm, rest and rejuvenation.
Each Sunday afternoon at 3pm I take a nap. Usually by this point I’ve been to Church, swam, finished some work, done the laundry and cooked lunch and dinner for Mon-Wed. At 3pm I am not normally itchy and I begin to feel my body get heavy, my back feel a twinge and my eyes need to shut. I usually forget all about having a nap until those well-known signs begin to show around 2:50; when I realize what awaits I practically become giddy. Slowly I fill the hot water bottle, get a favourite blanket, put Writers & Company on the radio and sink into my bed. Usually within a few minutes of hearing the dulcet tones and relaxing theme music and I’m on my merry way to the land of slumber. It is the only time in the week that sleeping isn’t difficult and while the nap doesn’t last long (30 to 40 minutes or so), it is a cherished part of my day and week.
There are many things I could be doing instead, in fact I usually wake up to dishes needing to be washed and several to do’s which need to be completed before Monday morn. But more than I have a need to clean or tackle my list, my body needs this little reprieve. And I for one am happy to obey.
So on this Thankful Tuesday I’m thankful for my treasured Sunday nap. I’m thankful I’ve learned the art of seeking balance by not over scheduling myself. And I’m thankful for small joys always there, you just have to open your eyes and see them.
Happy Tuesday to you all! What are you thankful for today?