|Sandro Botticelli's Venus|
But I only have one watch. I don't want more than one watch. I have a nice plain, silver-colored Timex watch with a round face and numbers. Not Roman numerals, not kitty faces or little sparking gemstones or some other BS.
I love my watch.
But last week, the battery died, and I took off my watch because the 1:10 it displayed was too confusing to me.
I felt naked.
I repeatedly checked the white mark on my wrist, but no matter how many times I looked, three blond hairs and a freckle did not offer me significant information.
I figured it would be no big deal - there's a jeweler right in the building where I work. Take the watch down, get the battery replaced, no problem.
Except, when I got to the jewelers, they had a note on the door: "Taking an extended weekend - be in on Thursday."
I could have gone elsewhere, but that seemed silly. I could wait a day, right? So I went back during my lunch on Thursday and... they didn't have the right replacement battery in stock. "We should have it by Saturday," the guy tells me. And they're closed on Mondays.
So, I got my watch back on Tuesday. Naked no more.
I can be clueless about a lot of things, but obviously, the universe was trying to teach me a lesson about being mindful and in the moment. So, that's what I worked on last weekend.
Instead of living by the clock, I lived by me.
I slept as late as I needed. Did my yoga when I felt ready to stretch. Ate when I felt hungry. Worked on my writing and blogs when the spirit moved me. Read (lots!) and did chores and played with the cat as it felt right to me, not when it was "the right time."
Walked a bag of books and some old sweaters around the corner to donate to Goodwill. Unleashed a Sex Bomb in the tub. All in all, I was able to savor and enjoy everything I did.
I can't always do this - this weekend I have an "event" to attend, and I need to make sure I am there on time. Work, I also need to be there within shooting distance of the time they expect me, though there is no big deal if I am either a little late or a little early, most days.
I'm so glad my watch stopped.
Have you ever taken a weekend (or longer) "off the clock"?
What did you do - or not do - that made it special?