Not sure where the time goes. Suddenly I realized it was time for my twice yearly girls’ weekend, when we all go to a B&B for a few days of crafting, eating, talking, eating, watching chick flicks and – you guessed it – more eating. These weekends are a great chance to reconnect with good friends who I rarely get to see due to our schedules and distance.
Yet this time, instead of looking forward to the weekend, I found myself frustrated and regretting my decision to attend. It had nothing to do with seeing my friends. It was all about my to-do list that was at least a mile long and growing. In addition, I had no idea what creative project I was going to work on.
Usually I’m eager to pull out my scrapbooking stuff and work on a vacation album. Not this time. Disorganized, I hadn’t touched my stuff since the last girls’ weekend six months earlier. I’d been so busy with work, speaking engagements, volunteering and family, it felt like the energy and creativity had literally been sucked out of me.
I contemplated not going. I considered bringing my laptop instead of my scrapbooks so I could work on my writing. I wondered if I could simply hide in one of the bedrooms and catch up on much-needed sleep. Mostly I just wanted to stay home, convinced that this was the worst possible time for me to leave.
How would I get my writing done? What would I put in a scrapbook? Would I even have anything fun to talk about with my friends?
“But you always love to go,” said Hubby. “Think of the fun you’ll have once you are there.” Easy for you to say, I thought to myself as I reluctantly packed my things. My only thought was that I was wasting valuable time I could spend at my computer.
To be completely honest, recently I had begun to feel like my work and writing was suffering. Maybe it was just too much to do; maybe I had “lost my touch”. It even crossed my mind that maybe I had become lazy. Whatever was happening to me, it seemed like a really bad time for me to attend a girls’ weekend of fun.
Or was it?
I had plenty of time to think about this in the car. Maybe Hubby was right, I thought. I remembered that I took a break from the job search when I was laid-off, and it turned out to be the right move. Perhaps this situation was similar; maybe I needed a break from everything for a couple days to spend quality creative time with my friends. I slowly started to relax.
Upon arrival I was greeted by smiles and laughter as my friends all gathered around. Shoes were replaced by comfortable slippers as we all talked at once, trying to catch up. Paper, paste, photographs, stickers and all sorts of creativity began as we plugged in the first of many chick flicks. Food and drinks were abundant, truly the sign of a great gathering.
It took me a bit to shake the creative cobwebs from my head but I managed to get my photos organized and a new scrapbook started. I enjoyed visiting with my friends and realized how much I value their friendship.
My scrapbook didn’t get finished, although that’s not important. What matters is that I took a break – mentally and physically – from my normal routine. Something I should do more often. The computer, work and everything else can wait.
Remember this story if you find yourself on-edge during a job search. Sometimes a break – even a short one – can put us back on track.
Like Tami, I was terminated once (By my best friend, BTW – he is now on the board of the agency I lead, so I got him back – ha!), but you don’t have to be unemployed to learn something from this book. 
