This post if a follow-up to this old thread:
http://www.lpsg.org/92749-what-do-you-do-saturdays.html
I woke up this morning thinking about potatoes, eggs, and buttered toast. I kept going over in my head exactly how I was going to make it, and how I was going to time everything so that it all came out just right. Part of me didn't want to get up, but I kept thinking about breakfast, so I finally decided to get up and make it.
So I got up and followed the plan I had visualized. Everything was perfect. The potatoes were tender, golden brown, and seasoned just right. The egg wasn't too runny or too firm, the toast had just the right amount of butter, melted just so.
As I ate breakfast, I watched TV and planned my day. I have a houseplant that is losing a lot of leaves, so I planned to go to a garden store to get a bigger pot, some soil, and some fertilizer. I figured that while I was at it, I'd run any other errands that I needed to do. I also had a few things I wanted to do around the house, one of which in particular I had been putting off but finally felt like tackling.
But I was enjoying watching TV. By about 1:00 or so, I was ready to do something else, and I felt like checking in at lpsg, which I did. Then it was time for a shower, so that I'd be presentable for my trip into town. By the time I got out of the shower, it was nearly 4:00, the light was fading, and I had hardly started my day.
And for some reason I did what I often do on Saturday afternoons. I stalled. I found myself pacing around the house in my bathrobe, looking out the windows and just thinking about stuff, and putting off getting dressed.
4:00 turned to 5:00. 5:00 turned to 6:00. By then it was dark. I wasn't going out. If I leave the house in the daytime, I'm often out past dark, but if I'm home when it gets dark, I won't go out; I'll wait until another day.
Now I'm depressed and mad at myself. I should probably try to tackle those errands I skipped this morning, but I have no motivation to do so. I can't even bring myself to do the dishes or take out the trash. Nothing is on TV and I haven't been able to find an interesting book. I have a movie from Netflix, but its not one I'm in the mood for right now. It's too late to go to a movie, but there's nothing I want to see anyway. I have a huge pile of books that are unread, many of which I've started but none of which have grabbed my interest.
I have this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something. I'll probably remember what it is tomorrow night when it's too late to do anything about it, and then I'll curse myself for having wasted the whole weekend.
http://www.lpsg.org/92749-what-do-you-do-saturdays.html
I woke up this morning thinking about potatoes, eggs, and buttered toast. I kept going over in my head exactly how I was going to make it, and how I was going to time everything so that it all came out just right. Part of me didn't want to get up, but I kept thinking about breakfast, so I finally decided to get up and make it.
So I got up and followed the plan I had visualized. Everything was perfect. The potatoes were tender, golden brown, and seasoned just right. The egg wasn't too runny or too firm, the toast had just the right amount of butter, melted just so.
As I ate breakfast, I watched TV and planned my day. I have a houseplant that is losing a lot of leaves, so I planned to go to a garden store to get a bigger pot, some soil, and some fertilizer. I figured that while I was at it, I'd run any other errands that I needed to do. I also had a few things I wanted to do around the house, one of which in particular I had been putting off but finally felt like tackling.
But I was enjoying watching TV. By about 1:00 or so, I was ready to do something else, and I felt like checking in at lpsg, which I did. Then it was time for a shower, so that I'd be presentable for my trip into town. By the time I got out of the shower, it was nearly 4:00, the light was fading, and I had hardly started my day.
And for some reason I did what I often do on Saturday afternoons. I stalled. I found myself pacing around the house in my bathrobe, looking out the windows and just thinking about stuff, and putting off getting dressed.
4:00 turned to 5:00. 5:00 turned to 6:00. By then it was dark. I wasn't going out. If I leave the house in the daytime, I'm often out past dark, but if I'm home when it gets dark, I won't go out; I'll wait until another day.
Now I'm depressed and mad at myself. I should probably try to tackle those errands I skipped this morning, but I have no motivation to do so. I can't even bring myself to do the dishes or take out the trash. Nothing is on TV and I haven't been able to find an interesting book. I have a movie from Netflix, but its not one I'm in the mood for right now. It's too late to go to a movie, but there's nothing I want to see anyway. I have a huge pile of books that are unread, many of which I've started but none of which have grabbed my interest.
I have this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something. I'll probably remember what it is tomorrow night when it's too late to do anything about it, and then I'll curse myself for having wasted the whole weekend.