Day of Rest

Yesterday was a true day of rest.

I planned that way. As part of my revamping of goals and how I execute on them, I did some readjustment and some scheduling to ensure that Sunday by noon I would have accomplished everything that I hoped to accomplish for the day, leaving the afternoon available.  It turned out to be one of the most randomly frustrating things I have done in a long time.

Part of the issue was the fact that I had made some cheese in the morning and hoped to be done with it - which didn't happen.  I had to keep working with it all afternoon (note to self:  no cheese on Sundays).

Part of the issue was fact that my thigh and knee were not co-operating as I wish they would have, leaving me to a bit more inactivity than I would have like (note to self:  monitor your exercise a bit more to make sure you are not messing anything up).

But the biggest frustration?  Apparently I've lost the ability to be.

I found myself constantly trying to do other things:  I'd read something, then I'd immediately read something else.  My attention span flitted between three different books I have been reading - as well as the cheese on the back of my mind and anything else that seemed to wander through. 

So what is my assessment of my attempt at a day of rest?  Not very good, quite frankly.  My mind was a blur of activity, my body complained, and my attention kept getting split between a number of things, leaving it scarcely enough time to focus on any one thing.

A good learning experience, of course.  I intend to continue to work towards making Sundays more of day of rest and time with family. Like my goals for this year, I just need to work on learning how to execute on them.

Who knew a day of rest was so much work.