when people give me compliments I feel like a vending machine trying to accept a wrinkly dollar and it’s just really frustrating for everyone involved
It’s another early Saturday morning, and I decided once I did some adulting that I was going to gather up my stuff and go back “to bed”.
A few weekends ago, I decided that I would rather just stay in bed all day. I didn’t feel sick, or blue. I just thought it would be a nice idea. So I gathered up my tablet, my phone and my current crochet project and flopped myself right in bed. I didn’t feel lazy, I felt good. I had fun doing my normal internet stuff I watched some shows, and I did some crochet.
It was so much fun that I have done it two weekends since. Just one day a weekend though, since generally other things needs to get accomplished. (Although I still got stuff done)
So as I sat down in bed this morning the true realization of why I do the bed-in’s finally hit me. To me (your milage may vary) this is a perfect way to recharge and unwind. Because (and here is the light bulb) it reminds me of my past, when I was a kid and I would be in my room. You know the door would be closed, I would be surrounded by all my favorite stuff and just sit around on my bed and “be”. The bed was my one piece of furniture, I didn’t have a chair or a couch or anything. I had my bed, my bed was my place of business, it was my base, my center of operations. And I think this is why it is so important to me to do this. To spend a day surrounded by my favorite stuff. Because I can just “be”.
((I really urge everyone to try this at least once, if you can. It may not work for you, but you have to admit it might be fun to try))