Never mind that my whole life has been dedicated to serving others, or that I try to be a cheerful giver and helper-outer throughout the year, over the years. And although I try to show my respect and appreciation and honor to the way-makers in how I live my daily life, I admit that felt like a conscious effort to attend a parade, participate in a march, serve in a soup kitchen, or help beautify a community, or something was in order. Best laid plans and all that.
Instead, I pretty much slothed my way through the day, couch potato style, though not without a lingering tinge of guilt. At first, I called it "black guilt," but I actually think it's more like "servant guilt." I'm sure (more than ever) that I was meant to do something with my life that serves others, so taking a break, at any time, for any length of time, just feels off to me. Hence, this post-retirement stir.
Mock, if you must. Judge me, even, but some of y'all know what I'm talking about.
I didn't share this to try and make anybody feel some type of way about what they did or didn't do. I don't presume to know what other folks should or shouldn't be doing with their time and resources. I certainly don't know what any of you do all day, every day, all year round, so far be it from me to question or #blackshame or #servantshame anybody. Just thinking my thoughts the way I think them. That's all.
Here's hoping that everyone had a good day doing whatever you did or didn't do, and those who were on holiday were able to enjoy it in your own way.