The latest installment in an occasional series: how I unplugged over the weekend.

Sometimes you’re all over the unplugging, but your muse won’t leave you alone.

I’m not talking about those times when you unplug so you can hear your muse, I’m talking about those times when your biggest aim for the day is a late breakfast involving bacon followed by napping and some extreme puttering.

I would have been very happy with the latter this weekend, but no. Last week I gave myself permission to do one thing I wanted (but felt I shouldn’t) and it was like my muse said, “Fantastic! Finally. Because if you do that, then we can think about doing this, and this, and this – oh, and this. It’s going to be awesome! Aren’t I the best muse ever?”

I love her. I do. I love getting high on new ideas. And I’ll gladly take them when they come.

But when they come during what was supposed to be downtime, it’s important to remember I have a flexible schedule that allows me to still get that needed downtime once the rush of ideas runs its course (as it always does – there’s an ebb and flow to these things). If I’m smart enough to take it.

The danger of barreling along as though I just had two days off from thinking about anything more complicated that whether to take the dog for a walk or a swim, when I didn’t, is a lesson I’ve learned the hard way.

Hanging out with my muse is exhilarating, but just because it’s fun and easy doesn’t mean it’s not depleting in its own way.

Yep, I’ll be sneaking some R&R into this week. Starting with a nap right now…

Related posts:

1. I took the weekend off…
2. Weekend Safety Net
3. Obeying My Muse