Relief

There is nothing better than a 3-day weekend after an incredibly hectic week. My crazy homework load and a cold made last week practically unbearable. My mind and body constantly yearned for a time of recovery, relaxation, and relief. As the end of last week neared, the thought of tranquility for a change was quite endearing.

However, when one longs for something for so long, it can often be disappointing. This weekend was that type of scenario. It bored me to the point of exhaustion.  I didn't feel at all at peace, but only anxious and longing to do something...anything! By Sunday morning, I was dying to be active again and get back into the swing of things. I paced around the house for a bit, had a few bites to eat, stared at a computer screen but nothing helped. Finally, it hit me. I was approaching stress relief all wrong!  Doing absolutely nothing wasn't going to help. A different outlet was the key. A much more lively modus operandi was necessary to cure my restlessness.

I trotted into my room, threw on shorts and a t-shirt, and bolted out the door, grabbing what was seemingly the object of my dreams: a basketball. I spun the ball on my finger a few times, and then dribbled down the street to our neighbor's super sweet half-court. I practiced my shooting, dribbling, passing, everything, and for the first time all weekend, I got my body moving. Sweat trickled down my rosie-red cheeks as a tossed up shot after shot. After about a half hour, I let my body slump to the ground and gulped down a majority of my water. I laid back on the grass and stared up at the cloudless, blue sky. I finally found what I was looking for all weekend: true relief.