So I mentioned on Twitter this morning that I might have developed a raging inability to be still, or relax, or abstain from the putter.
I gave Sheri a call before heading out this morning to let her know that I had fruit.
(Fruit. It's vitally important for a pleasant pool-going experience.)
As I rattled off my plan she gently reminded me that visiting the local pool is traditionally a vacation-y type experience, full of all manner of chilling out and not being busy. She might have said something along the lines of "going to the pool is not a chore to mark off your list Renee."
I don't even know myself anymore.
I used to be so laid back, so easy going, such an "Eh- whatever!" kind of person.
I miss that girl.
So once I got settled into my lounge chair I was still finding various ways to putter. Did you know you can putter in a lounge chair? Well you can. Just ask Sheri...she mocked me for approximately two hours.
Finally, at one point she said "there it is...now she's chill!"
And I had to confess I was focusing on slowing my breathing at the time.
Whatever. I'm optimistic that it'll all come back to me and I will find my lazy roots in a soonish fashion.
In the meantime I'll just continue my pursuit of summer goodness.
|(Apparently my camera got all foggy because of its proximity to my cooler, what with being inside my cooler and all.)|
(So how do you chill out and calm down the inner frantic? Any suggestions? Throw 'em at me and I'll share them with the class.)
In the meantime - happy Tuesday!