If you were to believe some people's social media feeds and blogs, they never sit still. They're certainly never home. They're out having big adventures all the time, traveling the world, running ultramarathons, hiking up mountains. The phrase "home on the couch" is disparaging, meant for the weak and lazy.
This weekend I was felled by an awful cold. Blaming one of my minions, I shuffled home on Friday and collapsed into some blankets. In the past, I've tried to ignore these symptoms. Sometimes it has worked out okay; most times it has prolonged the illness or led to bronchitis. This weekend I gave myself permission to not do much at all.
The truth is, I like my house. It's cozy. When I look out I see my garden and larch trees that are now turning yellow. There's a hot tub. There are even trails down the street, if I want to go for a walk.
I might feel differently if I worked from home, or if I were retired. Then I might want to get away more, even when sick. But with the job I have, I'm gone for a minimum of nine hours at a time, and sometimes sixteen days if I'm on a fire assignment.
On Sunday I was ready to venture into the world, and back to the gym. I didn't feel bad about staying home though and having no spectacular mountain pictures to show. I needed the downtime.
It's okay to be "home on the couch" sometimes. There might be nice dogs and cats there who miss you. Maybe you're sick, or just tired, or have a good book to read or a friend to catch up with. Everyone needs some balance. Now I'm ready to get back out there and hit the trail.