On Friday, I came home from work and I read a book. It wasn't even non-fiction! And I just read and read until I was done, just like when I wasn't an adult with responsibilities.
I probably should have been doing some adult thing, like laundry, or organizing, or cleaning, or something, because there's always something practical to do. And all day Saturday, I kept thinking I should be a productive adult, but instead I picked up another book and read (not til the end of the book though. I did do some adult things).
It was delightful, and it was awesome to have a book that I didn't want to put down, and to just do a thing I enjoy but don't do often.
Sometimes, you just gotta tell your grown-up self to take a break.
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