Rest

I hate doing nothing

Yesterday I got into a conversation with my husband where I said I wished I would get sick because then I would be able to take a break. And then I realized how wrong that sounded. Just plain wrong.

As I think I have said in these pages before, I hate doing nothing. I thrive on making things happen (as long as those things aren’t housework as much as possible.) As it’s summer, making things happen usually means working on writing, although I haven’t been feeling it lately.

Running into a wall

So after a weekend of 90+ degree temperatures I wake up vague and weepy and I don’t think I should take a break.

If this isn’t the time to take a break, I don’t know what is.

Question for you all

Seriously. How do you all know when you need to take a break?