I took a lot of my own advice these past few months, downshifting as much as possible. I gave myself permission to linger over my morning coffee, to get lost in the view over the mountains or to enjoy the hummingbirds flitting around my planters. I took long, aimless walks with my dog, lingered over fabulous meals with close friends and steadily moved through the pile of novels on my nightstand. I played tennis and swam with my kids, and made it a point to replace evening TV with family rounds of Yahtzee and Rummikub.
I made time for things I usually do not—jazz concerts and plays and intimate readings with famous authors. I experimented in the kitchen with recipes I have always wanted to try, got my hands dirty in the garden and even spent one hot, sultry afternoon learning to tango. Tango!
I did not spend a lot of time staring at screens.
Now, with back-to-reality season upon me, I feel rested, restored and ready. Ready to pick up the pace—to usher the kids to back to school, to trade tee-shirts and flip flops for sweaters and boots, to dive back in to clients and work.
One thing I am not quite ready for?
Getting rehooked on my devices (or watching my children do the same).