Life. Work. Anything and Everything.
I have been reading several historical books recently, where people – apparently having had their fill of life, or a blow to their psyche of some sort – ‘take to one’s bed.’ It is such a dramatic statement, and suggestive in its tone and words. It suggests deep thoughts, deep tragedy, deep feelings, supreme decisions.
I myself would love to be able to ‘take to my bed’ and spend a good several weeks there (with brief respites to get up and stretch, get a drink, etc) and mull over whatever it is strikes me as important that day – whatever my deep thoughts are circling the drain on at 11.52….16.19….23.08 (I think I’d cycle through topics…not a great one for staying still, am I.) Today, those topics would be:
It occurred to me today while I was working on spread sheets (Excel brings out the dour side of me) that I may already be past the halfway point in my life. Egads! I must immediately DO something to make my life thus far worthwhile! Important! Memorable! Alas, the spread sheets had taken my happy away, so no ideas on how to achieve any of the above was speedily forthcoming. Hence, my thought that if I ‘took to my bed,’ I’d have the luxury, perhaps, of figuring out what my shining moment should be.
Does ‘taking to one’s bed’ get covered by taking a ‘duvet day’ from work, or does it require more?
I *love* this song by Kimbra. Is on a bit of a loop on the iPod at the moment.
Oh, thank you!
It is so sweet of you to...