Joys of Christmas Break

The Christmas break for me is fast coming to a close. I return to work in less than two days. I’m lamenting the speed with which this time has passed and sigh with longing for at least another three weeks off. Like Shakespeare felt the ‘all too short date of summer’s lease’ so too am I feeling about my time off.

I’ve been able to enjoy almost daily strolls at the beach; at times indulged in the sheer pleasure of curling up like a cat on the couch, my nose buried in a book and had the time to catch up with friends over leisurely meals, not once looking at the clock and having to race out the door to make the next appointment on my usually full calendar.

My writing projects have been undertaken with a relaxed energy, secure in the knowledge that I could go for as long as I wanted to as I wouldn’t be prey to an early alarm clock buzzing for me to rise before the crack of dawn to begin another day at the office. And I’ve had the time to go to the movies with my daughter and just enjoy the pleasure of sometimes mindless entertainment for no other reason than ‘we felt like it’

I’m wondering how I can continue with this relaxed and easy-going pace for the remainder of the year…how I can avoid getting caught up in the dictates and demands of work commitments, personal projects, my daughter’s busy calendar (once school and recreational activities start up again) and the commitments I’ve made to myself and others. I haven’t yet found the magic formula to managing ‘busy’ without feeling some degree of stress, but I’m thinking it might be something with searching for because I would love the spell of serenity and peace to continue long past next week when I return to work.

Pajama Day

I surprised myself last weekend when I followed through on the idea of having a pajama day. The thought enters my mind more often than I care to admit, but with my busy schedule, my daughter’s busy schedule and work deadlines, I dismiss it almost as soon as it shows up. Since my daughter was recovering from a bad cold and I felt the scratchy irritation in the throat area along with a few sniffles, I decided to indulge.

And it was the best decision I’ve made in a while.

The fact that the weather was lousy – cold and very wet all day – only added to our delight in pajama day indulgence. We lounged on the couch watching movies, ate delicious food which we took turns to cook and spent some time putting up the Christmas decorations throughout the house. The weather outside was indeed frightful, but our cosy, warm home and snugly pajamas were super delightful.

On the odd occasion when I’ve done very little during the day, I often find myself feeling guilty or internally chastising myself for wasting away the day when I could have used it more productively.

This was the first time, in a very long time when there was no internal nag urging me to get something done. And it felt so good. Yes my task list on my desk was still as long as it was the day before, but ignoring it for a day and allowing myself a total day of relaxation, fun and lazy indulgence with my daughter was like a double strength tonic for the soul.

I went to bed that night with an elevated Spirit and a satisfied smirk on my face. I highly recommend a pajama day to anyone just needing to disconnect from every day work, family and personal demands. And I plan to enjoy a pajama day at least once a month.

Chocolate bliss

Shall I compare thee to heavenly bliss? Thou art more decadent than Cleopatra’s milk and honey bath. And what could be more deserving of an ode worthy of Shakespearean sonnet verse than that tiny bean of bliss we know as cacao. From the moment I drank my first chocolate milk as a toddler, I, like so many others, have enjoyed a love-hate relationship with chocolate. Though I must confess mine is more a love-love relationship with little or no hate involved except for the extra pounds it adds to the waistline. And even then, I’d sooner add an extra fifteen to twenty minutes to my exercise routine, than contemplate giving up my chocolate bliss. With a history of diabetes in my family bloodline, I know I should exercise more discipline around my consumption of chocolate, but to this day it remains a nemesis. I’ve tried most “healthy” eating programs in a bid to manage the weak diabetic genes and keep blood glucose levels in healthy ranges without the use of unnatural, pharmaceutical products. I’m usually able to adapt to these healthy programs within days and today follow a mostly vegan / vegetarian eating program. But when it comes to chocolate all resolve heads for the nearest exit and I find myself weak-willed and grinning like a Cheshire cat in the corner of Koko Black, Chocolat, Max Brenners or any inviting chocolate shop I can find in Melbourne’s back alleys or front alleys for that matter.  

My saving grace is that I don’t want chocolate every day and sometimes I don’t want it every week and rare though it may be, there have been times when I’ve gone without if for months. But when I do want it even the most powerful, motivational guru couldn’t talk me out of finding the next blissful bite.

And since reading some of Dr Neal Barnard’s research on addictive foods, chocolate being one of the four offenders, I’ve recently comforted myself with the thought that it’s not my underdeveloped willpower to blame. Chocolate, according to Dr Barnard does not just tickle the taste buds, it actually works inside the brain much the same way opiate drugs do so has us coming back for more despite health risks. And in realizing this, I’ve had to let go of my proud slogan “I’ve never touched drugs” and must openly admit that I’ve more than indulged in the chocolate drug – it may not be a powerful drug or an extremely harmful one, but it’s a drug nevertheless and I’m a junkie. So while I consider giving it up for the umpteenth time, let me find the movie Chocolat. At least I can enjoy others indulging as the movie unfolds till I get to my favourite scene where the dogmatic pastor wakes up covered in chocolate after having ploughed his way through every chocolate treat in the window display of Mademoiselle Vianne’s chocolateria. Forget Cleopatra and her milk and honey bath, I’d sooner sink into a bath of chocolate bliss…