My life in a nutshell. …Or at least in compellingly bad drawings.
I don’t tend to do much internetting on the weekends. We’re already about two hours short of time for what we had planned to do today, and we’ve only been awake for about three hours (you think I am joking, but I’m not. Really. Two hours behind out of three.). And yes, we schedule these things sometimes. Because otherwise how will we know to berate ourselves for discussing the future of our car purchases when there was YOGA TO BE DONE?
Conclusions? If my husband does not get a more comfortable car he will immediately turn into a shriveled old man, and I don’t want THAT, do I? Also that we do not in any way have the money to get the car that we want. And that buying a giant old chevy or something makes me feel a little dirty inside.
I sometimes think my life would be significantly improved if I only scheduled more. Sometimes that it would be significantly improved if I only scheduled less. Maybe it depends on what I’m scheduling (Is there an award for most anal person ever? Because I am fairly sure the last few statements may have given me an edge… I’m not, really, but I would take your award. I like awards.). Left to my own devices I tend to feel pressured to jump from one productive thing to the next, and just end up ignoring work tasks sometimes but feeling super guilty about it rather than enjoying the moment (and by “sometimes” I may be underestimating just a tad). If there’s something more pleasant on the schedule, then I have no choice but to do it. And like it. Because it’s ON THE SCHEDULE. And you don’t mess with shit like that.