So, day two of my staycation from work. I had no idea how tightly wound I was/am from three-quarters of a year's worth of stress and pent up anxiety. I watch and listen as my body eagerly begins the delicate process of defragmentation. Needless to say, relaxation is an art. My palette includes jasmine and/or green tea, organic foods, Brazilian music and sleeping in. Who knew that staring out a window could be so meaningful, watching the spring branches dance to the rhythm the wind provides, celebrating the return of the sun. I wonder where my mind was all this time, because it seems like the creative ideas are finally freely flowing...I wonder at my employment; seems it has caused such a drastic blockage of brainwaves that whole periods of time are just a large grey blur. I feel like a dry plant that has only now been given water, and I am guarding it jealously.