Yesterday I did something I’d been planning for the past few weeks. I left the house—my office, specifically— and headed out to the Rosedale Mall (in Rosedale, mind you) to see a high noon showing of Gone Girl. I went all by myself, something I have not done since 1984 when I took my little new wave 18-year-old self to see Prince in Purple Rain and I looked like the photo you see above.
It felt so decadent. It felt like I was cheating on something. It was like I was dating myself.
Me to myself: Popcorn?
Myself to me: Sure.
Me to Myself: Should we get the super large Blue ICEE?
Myself to me: Gurrrrl. You KNOW it.
I snuck in some Halloween candy (because yes, today was decidedly not on the Whole Life Challenge plan) and took my seat.
I was all settled in (sans bra, thank you very much) and kicked back to enjoy the show.
And it was so freaking great.
When you work for yourself, one of two things tends to happen. One, you work too much. Or two, you don’t work enough. Lately, I’ve been in the former group and this break was supremely welcome.
I worked in corporate America from 1989 to 1999 and the one thing I miss, aside from decent health care plans and office baby showers, are paid vacations.
Sometimes I like to think of my self-employment as integrating a little vacation into every day. After all, if I need to hit Target at 10:30 a.m. on a Tuesday, it’s usually not going to be a problem for anyone. I take my breaks where and how I can.
But sometimes, consciously moving away from the gravitational pull of my desktop computer is the best thing I can do, deadlines be damned.
I think I will definitely have a second date with me. And soon.