Sunday, January 24, 2010


In the past, weekends have been the time when I seriously lose my motivation to do pretty much anything--homework, write, read, cook, exercise, eat well... I think it comes from the cultural norm that weekends are our time to rest, take a break from work, relax, recuperate--as if doing the things I love and working hard aren't fulfilling--which they are. I felt enormously connected to my world and myself, nourished and joyous last week when I was just starting to write haiku and haibun, making an effort to spend time with people I love, and writing and reading instead of watching TV online (silly technology era, it's so easy to indulge in my addictions!).

I did not have a very nourishing weekend because I didn't do the work to make it so. I have it ingrained in my mind that weekdays are work days and weekends are rest days, but the thing is, if I've really worked to have a full week then I don't need to "rest" on the weekends! I'm working on breaking the habit of creating crappy weekends just because I think I have to sit around and do nothing. I feel more rested and recuperated by living a full life than I do by sitting around, watching movies and eating bad food.

I wrote a new haiku yesterday on the way to Findlay:

Garbage bag ribbons
wave in winter wind,
cling to wire fence.

Learning lots,

1 comment:

  1. If I could like this post a million times I would. Weekends are always about rest for me. The thing is, sometimes I feel so unaccomplished. I realize it's Saturday night and I've done very little of anything. Sundays are better because I know I need to get things done, but realistically not much gets done until my (current) 12-4am desk shift haha.

    Also, love the haiku. I have a strange fascination with them.