Bumming around, or recharging your battery?

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In a past post, I talked about penciling in time to be flexible  (because you never know what you may be missing otherwise).  Admittedly, from the moment my alarm goes off in the morning, my day is mapped out for me.  But what about allowing for those times after a non-stop work week filled with outside commitments, when you feel like doing nothing more than sit at the computer in your fuzzy bathrobe playing Words With Friends and catching up on Facebook?  Or maybe you simply desire to lie on the sofa (a.k.a beach) with a book you picked up over the weekend that you haven’t had a chance to read yet, or download a movie on Netflix you’ve intended to watch for months.  Unfortunately, I usually feel a little guilty (and a lot lazy) when I slack off because I know my tasks are not getting done.  On the other hand, I also think bumming around could be considered a bit like a mini-vacation, a way to fill your own bucket — refresh the spirit, if you will — in small increments.  So the next time you check in with me, don’t be surprised if I’m slow to answer your text or respond to your email because I may just be too busy recharging my creative juices.  In other words, I’ve gone bumming.

What’s a favorite way to recharge your battery?

Digging down deep

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The time preceding my mini-vacation required me to meet deadlines, add to my cold-weather wardrobe and solidify plans with family and friends. But now, more than a week since I’ve been back from my getaway, the days seem to drag, as well as loom endlessly in front of me. Although I still possess my list of goals to work on, as well as a job I enjoy showing up at each day, writing commitments, fitness objectives, routine chores and a family to care for, I feel like I’m missing more than my motivation.  So I figure there’s no better time to dig down deep and allow the memories I brought home with me — and the anticipation of next time — to pull me out of my funk and propel me one day closer to my dreams coming true.  Easier said than done, but a pity party for one is just no fun.

What does it take for you to recover from a funk?