Can you relate to this? I woke up today full of energy. The to-do list looked so manageable I even added to it; the whole ding-dong day stretched before me as if time would stand still and just wait for me. I did the dishes, glanced at the paper, picked up a book, threw in some laundry, watered the houseplants…it wasn't even 7:30. Really!
Then I met a friend for breakfast and we talked and laughed for nearly 2 hours. Then my intention was to go to my Yoga class, but I found I was distracted and antsy (didn't that waitress give me my usual decaf?). The chirpy voice in my head reminded me: "It's a 20 minute drive to the studio. Hub took your Yoga mat from the car to haul stuff, so you'd have to borrow a studio mat. Yuck! Besides, you have tomorrow and the next day and the next and the next to go…." (Can you tell this is where it all starts to go wrong?)
Some entity not of my body takes hold of the wheel and turns in the opposite direction, heading to the thrift store, because suddenly my mission to find a cheap table to paint for my meditation garden has become Job One for the day (not even on the list.) I turn up the radio and praise my spontaneous and devil-may-care attitude! Yoga, schmoga! I'm a free spirit, high on caffeine and surging with garden art creativity!
At "Le Village" I find a funky, little, beat up, $6.00 table that will be perfect for my purposes! I'm only 2 miles from home. I can quickly turn around and get back to the to do list and maybe check out the new wellness center for women only blocks from my house -- maybe even do the noon Yoga class there! No harm, no foul!
But, I'm already heading south and I've been meaning to get a new hummingbird feeder and maybe a couple of lawn chairs….Before I know what's happening I've spent over an hour and $85.00 inside Fred Meyers. It's nearly noon, and there is no way I can make it back to the Yoga class, so I stop at Starbucks, because that Evil One tells me I haven't had enough coffee yet today.
Home, I see the "to-do" list sitting where I left it, but the chores look decidedly less than inviting at this point. I eat a few Hershey Kisses (oh! more bad!) and sit down at the computer. I mess around on Facebook for a while, watch a couple of YouTube videos, check my email 2-3 times, sort through some bills, look out the window, read a poem, update my Netflix queue, see what it would cost to order HBO, look out the window again, make a list of stuff to research on Amazon -- then do the research, shove some piles of papers and receipts around on my desk...Decide to write a blog post.
Here I am, doing just that….at 2:00 p.m. Now I'm thinking of lying down and getting a little reading in, and maybe a nap, before I think about what to cook for supper. I'm still reading Grain Brain and Buddha's Brain and Game of Thrones (decapitated brain). I DESERVE a "veg" day, right? It's all cloudy and chilly outside and so cozy on the sofa with my afghan. Who even thought that "to-do" list was a good idea? Who is thinking clearly at 6:00 a.m. anyway? Certainly not me, obviously!
I've got nothing profound to say about this slacker tendency of mine. Some days I'm a whirling dervish of energy. Some days I'm not, but I figure I can salvage today by taking care of at least one thing on the list…I'll get to that right soon. I'm sure of it.
At least, that's the view from here… ©
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