Day off?

This morning, I woke up and headed to 8:15am yoga. An absolute luxury. I typically can’t go to the 8:15-9:15am class because I, unfortunately, have a 9-5 job. And a standing 9:30am meeting that is required camera-on, which I probably shouldn’t be red and sweat-drenched for. (Probably.) But today, I took the day off. It would have been a waste to not go to the 8:15 yoga class.

After class, I had a couple questions for the instructor about timing. I’m teaching my first class at the studio on Sunday and wanted to pick her brain a little on formatting. We talked about formatting. We talked about past jobs. We talked about favorite instructors. Suddenly it was 9:40.

I left the studio and headed to a nearby coffee shop I hadn’t tried yet. It’s a day off! I had to get coffee out! They took forever to make my oat milk latte with 1 pump of lavender - but not to worry, day off, remember?! - and suddenly it was 10:10.

Back home, I dyed my brows and lashes (day in the life of a high maintenance redhead), put away all of the clothes (which I’d been severely procrastinating… don’t ask how long this specific pile had bounced from floor to bed…), ate a quick snack, did the dishes. And JUST LIKE THAT it was 10:50 and time to dash back to the yoga studio for my 11am practice session.

I took the full hour that I had booked the space for working through my sequences, testing out the music, talking out loud to practice different ways to cue ‘flowing on your own’, which is very new way for me to teach.

Boom. 12pm.

12-2 was spent stripping my bed, getting all of my dirty clothes and sheets to the laundromat, starting the loads, going for a walk for the 30 minutes of washer time (called Dad), getting back to the laundromat (called Julia back), switching everything to the dryers (top and bottom, if you were here last week…), piling up my non-dryables, carrying those home, eating more food, drinking a lot more water, heading back to the laundromat to pick up the dry clothes and sheets, schlepping back up the apartment and up the 4 flights, re-making my bed, folding all my clothes.

2pm I sat down at my laptop, quickly exited out of all my work apps so no one would think I was actually online and ask me for something, and got to work on a couple freelance projects I’d been putting off. Finally, 4:30pm, I shut my computer and went to go sit on my clean bed to catch up on some missed texts.

And that’s when it hit me.

I was freaking exhausted.

I need a day off from my day off.