Fundamentally, I am lazy. I enjoy few things better than a slow, languid morning. Rising to the sun, lounging in bed in the tail of dreams, a slow path to mindfulness with tea and bare feet - the day not beginning so much as sliding very slowly toward the evening. I can take that steaming tea, find a porch, and read for hours, only remembering to be active (like a nocturnal creature) as the sun begins to set.

Two day weekends (or longer) are perfect in this regard. I can have a day of productivity (hiking, biking, building, scheming, socializing, etc.) and a day or more where I take life at the pace I enjoy - slowly and openly. Here, encased in a schedule that offers us one-day weekends, the mix of productivity and laziness get crammed. Neither feels fully completed and the work week starts up with a muddled mind.

Still, I try to find what I can - seek my rest where I need it and my activity where I can find it. I may not be able to find easy mornings in the sun with tea and a book here, but the lights of the greenhouse run a close second.