The Art of Rest

This title is a bit ridiculous for me to use because I have a hard time resting. Which makes it funny. In case you didn't catch that.

I just got home from four weeks of holiday late last night. Four weeks of rest right? Yes, of course, but apparently allowing myself to rest is difficult. Of course it would be better to just argue that we all rest in different ways :) which I also think is true!

I soon realized my friends thought holidays were all about reading, eating, napping and lounging... all of which are nice but which I can't quite so easily transition into. Turns out when I get to a new place I'm too full of excitement to do EVERYTHING to think of doing nothing. But apparently sometimes rest is good. But just not as easy for some people.

So instead I was given a fully body rash. Turns out I have an allergy to cheap sunscreen. Oh and maybe I can be a hypochondriac at times. But I justify it by the fact that I've never had a rash, or swollen ankles or other such fun things. Anyways, the point is that rest was forced.

Yesterday I was on my way home and already planning what I would do the moment I got home. But my glorious plans of organization and laundry were trashed when my bag didn't arrive at the same time as I did. So instead of jumping into productivity I.... rested?

Which I guess is what I should do now that it's nearing midnight and school starts again in the morning.

More holiday thoughts to come...