The most valuable thing

After nearly a year of having a weekly deadline, I turned in my last regular column last night.  I will continue to cover occasional event features or previews but I have to admit I'm relieved that I'm getting back the time I used to devote to finding events and making phone calls in my non-day-job hours.  I loved the corner of my county I covered but the weekly deadline was unrelenting.  I was missing the ability to read and write fiction and poetry, to simply do what I wanted to do more often than not. 

It's not unusual for me to crash after making it through an always-on period.  Usually that looks like a cold or flu.  Today, it looked like not accomplishing much more than doing some dishes and watching the landscaping crew do the real manual labor as they cleaned up the mess our yard had become over the past few years.  

I'm good with that.

I had time to look at the first pictures I took last night for the #AugustBreak2016 and to consider subjects for the rest of this week's prompts.  

I went to yoga, which was energizing.

Other than that, the day was a pleasant, low-key one.

Sometimes the most valuable thing we can do for ourselves is Not Much.