I admit it, I overdid it.
Saturday was Nanaimo Pagan Pride Day. Last year, our Circle performed the main ritual for the day. This year, another group was scheduled for that task. Several members of our Circle had items they wanted to sell, so we booked vendor space. My intention was to sell my guided meditations, and share information about our church. I also agreed to do a one-hour workshop during the event.
About two weeks before the event, there was a call for volunteers to help with onsite tasks. I signed up to support all the people (many of whom are friends of mine) who put in so much effort leading up to the event. There were supposed to be quite a few members from our Circle attending, and they would be able to watch our booth while I was working.
Two days before the event, I was invited to play a part in the main ritual. Since I am always keen to participate, I said yes. My theater training comes in handy at times like this!
The day before the event, I found out that one key person who was going to be selling items at the event had decided not to go because of a miscommunication. My family had another commitment Friday night that ran longer than anticipated, and so I got to bed later than I would have preferred. And my youngest son woke up sick just after 3 am. I ended up cleaning him up twice, and not really falling back to sleep.
On four hours sleep, and two large mugs of tea, off we went to the event. At the site, I turned on. We set up the booth, and got ready for the event to officially begin. Thirty minutes before the opening ritual, the event organizer came up to ask me for help. He needed a priestess for the opening ritual, since the priestess he usually works with had a baby last week. Of course, I agreed.
My day had gone from some commitment to a very full day. My energy held out all day – I think I was running on performance adrenalin. I even made it through dinner after the event, still feeling pretty good. I had thought I might sleep on the way home, but my husband was also pretty tired, and needed to talk to stay awake on the 90 minute drive.
We made it home safely, and fell right into bed. When I finally woke up on Sunday, I got dressed like it was going to be a normal, productive day. Only it wasn’t. I did nothing all day. Well, not entirely nothing. I watched a movie with my children, did one load of laundry, and played games on my phone. I tried to read a book, but I couldn’t keep focused on it. I also made dinner for the boys and myself.
Throughout the day I kept thinking that there were other things I could be doing. And I gave myself permission to just be where I was, low energy and all.
Monday was still a bit low energy, though I was much more prepared to take action on blogs and video and coaching. I was very grateful for the time I gave myself to do nothing. It was definitely necessary for recharging my batteries!
What do you do to recharge?