My Year Of Rest And Relaxation นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

"Yes. This is home to me. There is nothing to feel anymore, nothing to build. Just living is enough for me. So, I want to take time off after resigning to spoil myself. Rest. Read a few books, practice pottery, sleep, move about." "The first month of next year will be free for you, more or less." "Yes." "I have been thinking about some things, too, and I got an idea." "Really? What about? And what idea?" "I have a business trip coming up next year. Towards the end of January. I'd be leaving and gone for two weeks." Her face fell. "Oh, I am going to miss you. But you must be excited. I guess this is the first time you'd be travelling back, right?"

Yep, Aaron might be a giant, but if I curl up in a corner I’m fairly sure that I can pretend he doesn’t exist. Five minutes later, I’m curled up on the couch with my laptop and a blanket. I put a movie on, but I minimise it to take up only a tiny corner of the screen and I find myself scrolling through internet posts and junk news stories. Basically, mindless scrolling. Aaron seems to pick up on my I-want-to-be-alone vibes because he doesn’t try to interact with me. He just sits himself on the furthest available couch and relaxes, reading something on his phone. I accomplish absolutely nothing, but I can’t bring myself to care because it’s just so peaceful and I think I needed the break. I m

"Except weddings. And bachelorette parties. And first dances." "Except those." I fall asleep thinking about Santorini. About three weeks of nothing. About learning to rest. About knowing I can step away and the world doesn't end. That's healing too. Not just doing the work. But knowing when to stop working. That's the lesson I needed. The gift of this honeymoon. Permission to rest. To be. To exist without producing. That's revolutionary. That's freedom. That's everything.

I said with a teasing smile. She let out a tired sigh. “What exactly are you talking about, Chloe?” “You’re constantly surrounded. By choices. By opinions. By noise. Even I’m part of the noise now.” “No, Chloe…” “Shh.” I smiled gently. “Listen. I have something to offer. Not a solution, just… space.” Cece looked at me like I was handing her oxygen after she’d been drowning for days. “I have this place,” I went on. “It’s out in the grassland. My family’s cabin. It’s not fancy, but it’s peaceful. Quiet. You can go there alone. Think. Breathe.”

But Rika’s enthusiasm, as always, reignited the small spark within me that had dimmed from exhaustion. I stepped into the small kitchen, pouring water into a white mug that read “Trust the process.” Words that once felt cliché now seemed like a mantra. I returned to my room, sitting on the edge of the bed while blowing gently on the still-hot herbal tea. On the bed, I had pushed aside a stack of files. This was my time. Time to relax. Time to let go of everything and prepare to rest.

“It feels really good, I’ve never seen the sky so blue and beautiful before! I don’t feel like sleeping these two days, I’m worried that if I close my eyes and open them again it’ll be dark.” “Haha… Silly child. You’ve recovered from a serious illness, you should make sure you get enough rest. Don’t get too excited and tire out your eyes again.” Grandmother Dawson patted Anna’s hand with a kindly look on her face. “Yes, I’ll make sure I get enough rest. However, I can’t take any more breaks. There’s a lot of work waiting to be done as I’ve not been to school for so long. I have to finish my studies properly.”

That was why it was very strange this time… The two of them returned home in silence. As she sank into the bathtub, Ruth felt her muscles relax. Her fatigue began to be washed away. She tore off a sheet mask and plastered it onto her face. She could not help but longingly think of a six-star resort in the distant suburbs. It was famous for its hot springs, and many tourists went there every winter. She had promised her best friends that she would take them on a short vacation and go there before the year came to a close. However, she would probably be busy until the end of the year after taking over Lockton Corporation. If she did not go now, when would she?

Just walked past a fourth time and watched him look very intently at the screen that hadn’t changed. Around noon I changed into a swimsuit and got into the pool and floated on my back looking at the sky and understood for the first time in months that I was genuinely relaxed. I was not evem performing relaxation for an I*******m post or for Tristan or for the benefit of Xavier watching our location tags. Actually, biologically, my actual body relaxed. My compound was probably doing something interesting without the stress load. I made a mental note to run blood work when we got back and then immediately unmade the mental note because of the rest era.

To possess that slender figure, those stunning legs and to be the one to meld the different elements of her personality, her sense of humour, that keen intellect and the scholarly side of her into warm, lovely womanhood. He gritted his teeth suddenly and forced his mind back to her last remark. ‘Uh—yes, I understand perfectly. I’m sorry—’ a smile appeared fleetingly in his eyes ‘—I didn’t realize I was making you feel like that. Actually, going back to what led up to this, one thing I really like to do to relax is fish. I even have a favourite spot that I go up to a couple of times a year. Seisia, but not many people have heard of it.’