Yesterday, I went for a run. I went for a run that was meant to be leisurely, but when my iPod died two miles in, the last seven miles weren’t as leisurely. But my misfortune did force me to be more attentive to everything around me. I saw leaves that should have been raked up back in the fall but were instead trapped under a thick blanket of snow. Finally, they were freed and were frolicking in the wind. Finally they were free. And they were frolicking.
Today, I’m blogging from a hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona. I’m on a work trip, but got an afternoon free of work. My co-workers are lounging poolside. We are all free – if only for an afternoon, to do what we love. I have plans to run and to read and to write and to take a nap. And to eat out. I am free, if only for one afternoon. And don’t interpret this to mean I don’t like working, because everyone who knows me knows how thoroughly I enjoy it. But I do think everyone needs an afternoon off here and there to be free.
To remember what it was you loved before you were tied down to your job. To remember who you are. And best of all, to re-evaluate what it is you’d like to become.