To love what you do is the best way to relax.
Most Sunday afternoons, my two dogs and I go out for a drive exploring the back roads of Kansas. We start off with no particular destination in mind, just exploring. Our trips take us to ghost towns like Lazette, disappearing towns like Cambridge, Beaumont, and Furley, and quiet out of the way places like Potwin and Inman.
Life becomes stressless when you leave the city limits.
What we discover are hidden gems: golden fields of wheat, acres of green corn, red barns, tall silos, town squares, IOOF buildings, cafes, and a quiet way of life. Not the city life which is rushed and confusing, but the slow pace of the country where everyone gives a wave of the hand if you drive down a dusty road or, if you are out wandering Main Street, one casually says “hi,” and asks where you are from.
I love it. The dogs and I are out for hours. They get out of the car and become country dogs, free to wander the grass and the fields.
Getting out is relaxing. It is not regimented, it is spontaneous and impulsive. There is no schedule, no rushing, no one to meet, and no problems. It is vacation time for me and the dogs. We talk and we walk and we feel connected to life.
And when we get back we are ready to deal with the problems of life again.