Rest?

      Today I've decided to take a rest day.  Football's on, and I've worked pretty hard for a bunch of days.  Most of those days were pretty ridiculous hours, also.  Fiddling around on my computer, in my studio all day and into the wee hours, punching a little vocal part for the twelfth time.  Learning tunes, singing hard, rehearsing.  As a freelancer guy, I've always battled between taking advantage of the freedom of being my own boss, enjoying some "well deserved" time off.  Like the Dude - I'm great at "takin 'er easy for all us sinners".  And then, conversely, transforming into a workaholic, as they say in the parlance of our times.
       When I'm not on the road, and have a job in my studio, people usually give me a deadline, which I love.  I've always said I work really great with a gun to my head.  Never late, occasionally early to that deadline date.   The problem right now is that I'm flyin' free a bit.  I just set a deadline for myself.  (The details to be revealed at a later date...)  And with just me, myself and I to be accountable to, it's way different.  Not sure why that is the case.   I'm finding myself in the middle of that workaholic feeling, not wanting to lose my momentum, but knowing I've got to learn from past mistakes.
      Believe me, it has worked really well for me to roll along for days at a time, I'm talking like 21 days in a row kind of thing.  Just go.  Take my lumps, physically, barely resting, and cross stuff off of my list left and right.  Then,just before the deadline,  go underground.  Next, when panic sets in, I rush to the finish line.  It's just the way I do it.   But, those may have been the habits of a younger, more foolish dude.   Right now, I need to get to February 11th intact.  Healthy, and hopefully still working out - like my new year's resolution tells me to do.  And, as importantly, get my goals accomplished.
      The good news is, I'm enjoying the glories of a well set up workspace.  That's one of my non-negotiables.   I really can't create well in a funk-ed up space.  It's probably one of the reasons I'm desperately feeling a tug towards hitting it hard again today.  My studio rocks!   
      So, I'm calling today, Sunday, my day of rest - not procrastination.  And, dammit, back to hittin' it tomorrow!  If only I had some Kahlua, I'd fix myself a White Russian. 
Cheers