For the past year, I have not really taken a day off. I haven’t taken a vacation. Neither have millions upon millions of people. But we each reach a point where maybe we need a day off.
For the past few months, people have been repeatedly telling me that I need to take a mental health day. Or what they refer to as a “me” day. Here’s the thing. I’m a bit rusty on what constitutes a “me” day.
I feel like people know what I know is a “me” day. They might envision it is a day at the spa. It’s really not my thing. I feel like some think I would enjoy a mani/pedi. Nah. Not for me either. I could just nap. But I’m not a napper. I suppose I can eat and catch up on my favorite shows. But I’m not even that thrilled by that anymore. Television is a bit blah. Are there even good movies out now?
I suppose a “me” day should be a day where I discover myself. What makes me happy? Where am I going?