“OMG OMG you guys! Look’s like Elle’s gonna win the prize!”
My cell phone’s obnoxious Legally Blonde ringtone drifted down the stairs, across the dining room, and danced around my ears as I sat on the couch. A lazy Saturday morning, one I have been craving for weeks, was being interrupted by the pull of the cell phone. For weeks, I had been pulled in ten different directions. I can’t even remember the last time I just sat on the couch and vegged.
As the ring of the phone died away, I sighed and headed upstairs. Afraid that is was something important, I flipped open the phone and pulled up my missed call list. As I glanced at the first name on the list, I realized exactly how long the missed call list was. At least ten people who I owed phone calls to were on that list.
Maybe relaxation isn’t always how we picture it- maybe I could rearrange my plans to do nothing, and do something. I settled onto the bed, pulled the covers up around me, and began returning phone calls.
About an hour later, I was still laughing and carrying on conversations. It was Saturday, I was relaxed, I was having fun, and was finally catching up- in more ways than one.