Take A Pause- My Personal Intermission

The to do list has magically transformed into an I will do it later list. 
Later has become a new best friend. 
Poland knocked the wind out of me. 
And I needed the wind knocked out of me. 
The hot air balloon has to land sometime.
Tired at 2 in the afternoon, the couch beckons, 
The appreciated hum and (almost) embarrassing comfort of the ac in the background. 
Self criticism has left my body.
My usual state of perpetual emotional and physical motion has taken a pause.
On the go- activated, moving forward with another new idea has chosen to nap.
My quest for some sort of change -in furniture or space, or scenery, or adding a new hobby like bread baking bread with addiction are all in prone position.
I consider all of this moving - is it towards, is it away, what is it? 
And I realize-  I don’t need to know.
Instead, I look at my comfortable couch and that soft pillow.
I enjoy that slice of peach pound cake that sits waiting on my grandmother’s plate I love.
I sip that iced homemade lemonade with fresh mint I taught myself how to make from the parts of Poland I loved. 
I turn the ac down to 70 and feel the cold arctic blast from my most appreciated American air conditioning system and lie down.
It is the middle of most afternoons and I grab the remote and put on the cheesiest show I have ever watched called Sullivan’s Crossing.
I mindlessly watch endless episodes as my eyes close and open, open and close knowing I didn’t miss much but I rewind anyway. 
I realize this show reminds me of the ABC after school specials we used to watch with barely a care in the world and maybe this is a connection somehow to a simpler time before to do lists.
All I feel is pleasure. 
Personal intermissions could be a thing.