Last night I did not want to practice the guitar. After driving for half of my 8-hours, standing on a roof in the cold, blustery wind, and then having to negotiate all the client approval stuff that does not involve fixing stuff… yeah, I was ready to get home and crash. But I picked up the guitar and ended up with almost an hour-and-a-half practice session. Sure, I didn’t get around to putting up a post on the blog or working on my writing, but I enjoyed doing a thing I thought I didn’t want to do.
It’s like the weekends. I want to have a day or two to just relax and do nothing. But, then I sleep in late, drink some coffee, maybe browse the internet. Next thing you know it’s 2 o’clock and I haven’t had a shower or eaten yet. Then it’s after 4, the day is turning to evening, and I’m kicking myself because I got nothing done. I end up feeling terrible about those days. As I get older I just want to feel like I’ve used my time getting stuff done and getting things off my to-do list. Really, “my stuff to worry about” list. The biggest problem I have is that also, as I get older, the list of stuff I worry about/need to do/want to do gets longer and grows faster than I can keep up with. Which just makes the lazy days feel even worse.
Not sure what the point of any of that was. Anyway, I’ve got to go to the dentist before I go to work. Later.