This is my chart for the next... two, three weeks? In three weeks I take my personal trainer certification exam. I don't know how long it takes to find out if you pass, I suppose that I can take a week or two break after the test. During which I will be planning the league postseason schedule, so not taking a break.
It would be so weird to be lying on a beach.
If I don't pass, it's back to studying. I won't be too disheartened, it's a lot of material that I can just keep crunching on. Actually if I do pass, then I don't know. What I will do. It's still a lot of material that I want to keep crunching on. I want to have everything organized, like, in a binder; so if I were your trainer, I would pick out the right pages for you and make you your own divider and everything.
| SUN | MON | TUE | WED | THU | FRI | SAT |
| SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP |
| PASTIME | HOBBY | WORK | HOBBY | WORK | HOBBY | PLAY League |
| HOBBY | HOBBY | WORK | HOBBY study | WORK | HOBBY study | HOBBY |
| PLAY Leag/Ref | PLAY Fury | PASTIME | HOBBY jumprope | PLAY Scrimmage | HOBBY jumprope | PASTIME |
| PASTIME | PASTIME | PASTIME | PASTIME | PASTIME | PASTIME | PASTIME |
| SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP |
These charts, man, this is me learning how to do what I feel like everybody just knows how to do, how to live. Figuring out the rhythm of wake up, get out of bed, put your eggs in the oven, drink your water, write your morning pages until the pomodoro rings in twenty-five minutes, which also means your eggs are done. Eat your eggs, read your reader, share things on facebook. Make your bed, pick your clothes off the floor, do the dishes, wash up. Feel tired. Eat lunch. Feel better. Sit down to study. What would I even be doing if I wasn't studying? Would I be writing something amazing and creative? Would I be lying on the chaise, staring into the final frontier? Would I actually have to get a job? I can't think of those things. I have to study.
If you're just joining us now, the game is to get the same number of pink and blue squares on the grid. Also the same number of grey squares. Do you know what my least favorite saying is, I'll sleep when I'm dead. If I don't sleep, I wish I was dead. It's sad. It involves emo music and my hair hanging in my eyes. Or you may have just grudgingly accepted that you need to sleep for a third of your life for it to be worth living; and now I'm telling you, you need another third to put yourself back together from doing whatever it is that you're Doing With Your Life. Those are the blue squares, they include planning your schedule and paying your bills and making the bed and doing the dishes and making the grocery list and sorting the laundry and also lying around like a rubber chicken watching Monk, which is what I'm into now.
I really wish it wasn't ungrammatical to say laying around. Laying around is what it feels like. Lying around isn't floppy enough.
Really the amount of time that you have to Do Something With Your Life is not a lot. When you really realize this, you all of a sudden discover your ability to say no. Maybe in a few years you won't feel bad about saying no, baby steps...
Anyway, my Monk side wishes it was all even with two greys, two blues, and two pinks every day of the week. My master of the space-time continuum side knows that a mix of short and long rhythms moves better, like it feels better to push after work through scrimmage Thursday night. You make up for it later by punching out a Saturday morning workout and then turning into a rubber chicken alllll Saturday afternoon and evening. The trouble with turning into a rubber chicken is turning back. So you go out for breakfast Sunday morning, which is how you get a rubber chicken to cross the road, and when you get back from breakfast, it feels okay to study for the rest of the afternoon until ref practice.
