Hi readers,
The first day of school was a smashing success. More importantly, the first day of school was on a FRIDAY, so I am already faced with the first of 42 (but who's counting?) glorious weekends to relax and do wonderful things.
An example of how I plan a relaxing weekend below:
Conversation with self, Wednesday 10 PM.
"Oh, there is a language exchange hike outside of the city this Saturday! It is only 90 minutes traveling each way. I should definitely do that because I might never be able to go hiking again! And I will get back with at least 15 minutes to run home, shower and change for dinner. Ohhh, and if I got up a little EARLIER on Saturday, I would have some time to practice the piano. If I don't practice this weekend I might forget everything I ever knew about piano. Then I could drink coffee and relax--let's schedule 5 minutes for that between showering and getting dressed...."
I have mentioned before I'm bad at relaxing. I'm apparently also becoming more self-aware in my old age because this week during my schizophrenic mental board meeting, I stopped to consider the idea that this plan sounded slightly overambitious.
Revised conversation with self, Wednesday 10:20 PM:
"Okay, I don't think I will go hiking this weekend. There are 41 more weekends. I might be able to do it another time. I would really like to write this weekend. It might also be nice to lay in the park and read a book. I've done that before and its lovely."
I constantly try to do everything. The problem becomes compounded on the weekend, because I have to try to do everything in only 72 hours. Instead of making me happy and relaxed and grateful, it makes me a hot, crazy mess. Not in that cute, flustered sitcom character way, but more in that foamy-mouth, rabid, murderous squirrel way. (see photo)
This weekend I am fighting to overcome my inner rabid squirrel and replace her with a slightly more Zen type of spirit animal. Maybe a relaxing orangutan? (See nicer, more relaxing photo)
The first day of school was a smashing success. More importantly, the first day of school was on a FRIDAY, so I am already faced with the first of 42 (but who's counting?) glorious weekends to relax and do wonderful things.
An example of how I plan a relaxing weekend below:
Conversation with self, Wednesday 10 PM.
"Oh, there is a language exchange hike outside of the city this Saturday! It is only 90 minutes traveling each way. I should definitely do that because I might never be able to go hiking again! And I will get back with at least 15 minutes to run home, shower and change for dinner. Ohhh, and if I got up a little EARLIER on Saturday, I would have some time to practice the piano. If I don't practice this weekend I might forget everything I ever knew about piano. Then I could drink coffee and relax--let's schedule 5 minutes for that between showering and getting dressed...."
I have mentioned before I'm bad at relaxing. I'm apparently also becoming more self-aware in my old age because this week during my schizophrenic mental board meeting, I stopped to consider the idea that this plan sounded slightly overambitious.
Revised conversation with self, Wednesday 10:20 PM:
"Okay, I don't think I will go hiking this weekend. There are 41 more weekends. I might be able to do it another time. I would really like to write this weekend. It might also be nice to lay in the park and read a book. I've done that before and its lovely."
I constantly try to do everything. The problem becomes compounded on the weekend, because I have to try to do everything in only 72 hours. Instead of making me happy and relaxed and grateful, it makes me a hot, crazy mess. Not in that cute, flustered sitcom character way, but more in that foamy-mouth, rabid, murderous squirrel way. (see photo)
This weekend I am fighting to overcome my inner rabid squirrel and replace her with a slightly more Zen type of spirit animal. Maybe a relaxing orangutan? (See nicer, more relaxing photo)
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