Do you ever wake up before work and think, “God, the things that I could accomplish in this day if I didn’t have to go to work”? Lie in bed staring at the ceiling contemplating all the glorious activities you could do with yourself if you just called in “sick”? Sure, there’s a lot to be accomplished at the job, but what I mean are those things you just never seem to have time for.
Sure, these things could be accomplished on the weekend. But weekends are always so fucking full already. Birthday party busses, planned hikes, obligatory brunches – football for God’s sake! Weekends are wonderful, but are well planned, go by quickly and don’t ever feel long enough.
There’s just something about days when technically you’re supposed to be doing something else, but you get to stay home. Like sick days. It is the worst thing ever staying in bed sick over the weekend, but if it’s on a normal work or school day, it’s not bad at all. You get a free day to heal yo self.
So I finally did it. I haven’t requested a day off just to have a day off since Christmas. I decided I was due…and today is that day!
I initially wanted to take today off because it’s the day after Halloween and I had planned on partying so much that this would be a day of hangover nursing. Wake up around 11:00, eat some food, go back to bed, get up again around 4:00, shower, then everyone is off of work and it’s time to destroy the liver again.
Then a couple of brain cells started yelling at me saying, “Excuuuuuse us! Here’s that opportunity! A free day to do whatever the fuck you want! You could go out there and BE somebody!” I was elated. So rather than approaching this Friday as a Saturday, and partying my ass off on Thursday like a Friday, I didn’t. I approached it as a normal work Friday and went to bed at a semi-reasonable hour (I mean it was Halloween, I had to go revel a little bit) trying to surprise myself that I have a day OFF. Like a snow day or something…which I totally miss by the way. Come on San Diego, can you snow just ONCE?
I mean yeah, I have a good job and I’m grateful for it. But I often make a joke that, “My job is getting in the way of my work.” You see, I’m still working for someone else and making their dream become a reality. I’m happy to do it because I’m paid to, but when asked the common career center question, “Would you do your job if you weren’t paid to do it?” I’d reply with a resounding “Hell no.” And that doesn’t sit right with me.
Call me crazy, but I have this ridiculous dream that I just can’t seem to let go of. That someday I’ll be working for myself. Won’t have to answer to anyone but my readers, publishers, whatever. Just me, my words, and the ability to pay my bills because of them.
So here I am, on my glorious, wonderful, DAY OFF. No obligatory plans, everyone is working, and here I sit at my dining room table doing exactly what I want to do with my life. It’s early, I have a cup of hot coffee, my 5 lb. pup sitting on my lap, and slippers on. The sun is shining and begging me to go play.
I got up early and began to write. I had Halloween candy for breakfast. I’ll go walk the dog in a little while when I need a break. Then I’ll shower, pack up my laptop, note pads and a couple of books, and head south to Ocean Beach. Once there I shall find and sit in a coffee shop and work some more. I’m determined to finish another chapter or so. Then I’ll take a walk along the beach, maybe the OB pier too. I can’t decide if I’ll have South Beach Bar and Grill fish tacos, or if I’ll go to OB Noodle House and have pho for a lunch.
Long story short, I’m my own boss for a day. It’s not a vacation, really, it’s living a day as if I work for me. So ok, if I can find a parade, I’ll get on a float and sing Twist and Shout – but if not I think Ferris Bueller would still be proud that I took the day off to do exactly what I want to.
And if you haven’t taken a day just for you in a while – as I hadn’t – then I encourage you to do the same. After all he did say, “Life moves pretty fast — if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it.”