I got home last night too tired to actually eat food. I fell into bed with an Odwalla because the thought of chewing just seemed like too much work. Just a thought, but maybe it’s time to cut back on the whole work-myself-into-the ground plan. Just a thought.
I will have a full weekend this weekend. I SWEAR. Two whole days of not working. Okay, maybe a day and a half as I need to do some basic maintenance on my blog and website. Okay, maybe just one day as I also need to get some writing done and backup all my photos of Women Who Rock and upload them for Eric. Crap, maybe just a half day without work as I also really need to…mail, editing, oil change, bills, housework….
Stop. Just stop.
What do I want to do? I want to go to the gym and sweat. I want to go downtown now that the Market is open again. I want to take my camera on a walk in the park. I want to go out to a movie. I want to go get a drink and hang out with my peeps or meet someone new. I want to have a long friendly discussion about science or theory or literature. I want to shoot a game or five of pool. I want to cook a pot-roast and write a chapter. Or you know what? Sleep. Read and then sleep some more.
That’s a lot of wants. So, the only way I can see that happening is to get everything done before the weekend. Because I know there won’t be time for a movie next week as its hell week of 12 hours days, and I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t have the strength to stand much less play pool or lift weights. I’ll be lucky if I’m not drooling on myself by 8pm.
Anywhoo, this is not a pity party here. There simply isn’t time for one. But I will schedule time for a real party. This is me making myself accountable in public – with the written word – I WILL SLOW DOWN, and smell some fucking flowers. Everyone tells me that flowers smell nice. We’ll see.
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