On the relaxed road

This week I am trying hard. Making all efforts possible. Leaving no stone unturned. All in a bid to relax. And do nothing remotely related to writing or creative thinking.


If you are reading this, you must be thinking, whats so hard about relaxing? To me, a confessed writeaholic it really is. On the other hand, this sabbatical is more or less self imposed, because I decided that I was getting weary of the schedule that I follow every day from Monday to Saturday. I was getting weary of typing out almost similar sounding mails to my clients, and waiting for them to respond. I felt that my brain needed a vacation. So, we planned a short holiday, just a 2 night 3 day package. 


As crappy days would have it, I can say with sincerity that my steaks of luck are entirely over and not coming back anytime soon. In November, I was wrapped firmly in the arms of a viral flu, which turned bacterial. The fact that I can barely think straight, my head feels fuzzy all the time and I am always tired, were reasons enough to postpone our much looked forward to trip. We have now shifted the dates to Jan, but am sure something will come up then. Not being pessimistic. Just very realistic. After all didnt Murphy say that if something can go wrong, it just will? I bet he has tone of research to back that up.


So back to my tirades on relaxation. Yesterday I didn't do anything creative, substantial or even concrete at all. I parked my hideous behind on a leather sofa which is no longer soft and plump, and watched a few episodes of the Tudors. Yes I do like Jonathan Rhys, and I love the Tudor period. Something about kings and queens sparks an interest in me. And I felt happy. Yessss, first day of relaxation and I really felt relaxed. Then I wondered... why hadnt I thought of doing this earlier? 


Maybe I was a bit too optimistic. Today I tried doing the same thing. Sat down and tried to watch the Tudors. Instead I was waging a battle in my head with my brain-


Me- " Brain, this week is all about relaxing. Now REELAXXX.'


Brain- ' Dont you feel so useless, sitting here and doing nothing? Write a poem. Read something. GET UP.'


Me- ' No brain, you need to relax. Now keep watching the Tudors. Even if you have seen it before.'


Brain- ' Am bored. Cant we do something creative?'


Me- ' No creativity for a week. Reelaxx.'


Brain- ' Not interested..'


In the end, my brain won. How do I know? Well am writing this creative piece ain't I?? I wonder what tomorrow's attempts at relaxation will bring!!