State of the break means blog break, and lately it's all blog break. More to love, right? More to write about?
What have I done for me lately, let's look at the chart:
| SUN | MON | TUE | WED | THU | FRI | SAT |
| SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP |
| morning | morning | morning | morning | morning | morning | morning |
| HOME Cooking | WORK | HOME Cooking | WORK | HOME Cleaning | WORK | PLAY footwork |
| SYSTEMS Appts | WORK | SYSTEMS Bills | WORK | SYSTEMS Tasks | WORK | HOME Clothing |
| afternoon | afternoon | afternoon | afternoon | afternoon | afternoon | afternoon |
| PASTIME | PLAY practice | PLAY^^^ train | PLAY practice | PLAY^ scrimmage | PASTIME | PASTIME |
| evening | evening | evening | evening | evening | evening | evening |
| SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP | SLEEP |
Ahhh I love this chart, I've tweaked it a bit, always tweaking:
- I switched around Sunday and Thursday so Sunday is cooking and Thursday is cleaning, it makes a lot more sense to start my food week on Sunday, boil my eggs and prep my chicken jars for the week, and then on Tuesday re-up my meat and greens, and actually cleaning makes more sense to me toward the end of the week.
- Woo, I have three clients stacked on Tuesday night, almost like a grown-up trainer.
- I decided on and designed an amazing Saturday practice that I call footwork, it's actually foot and fascia work, an hour of work just on my feet and another hour just on fascia, incredible! TK, maybe...
- ...if I can find time to write it up, it was really optimistic to hope that writing would happen in Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evening pastime blocks. That's just not the pastime I'm up for at those times, maybe sometimes, but not regularly that I could keep a blog going on.
I mean, let's talk about that. Writing is pastime for me, but I guess there's pastime and there's pastime. What writing is not is rest, which I hugely need, and hugely get, so that works out. This is why I kind of don't trust self-help bloggers who tell you to stop watching television. For me watching television is rest, and it isn't at all that there's nothing wrong with rest. Rest is a thing, you know, totally necessary, there's everything right with rest.
So there's my rub, my rest stops are the blue boxes and, actually, the orange boxes; systems work is relaxing for me, because I'm weird, and in any case appointments, bills, and tasks are pretty tiny tasks, like an hour's work at most and then truthfully I take the rest of those afternoons off. I mean, I have time for writing or studying in there. There's just not energy, I tried. I'm okay with it, too.
Life is trying things and seeing what happens, and I really mean seeing, and then life is choices.
I mean, there's also trying it again and seeing if something different happens.
I mean, whatever. Life is a lot of things.
Right now, I don't have time to write. You're not supposed to say "I don't have time..." but pfft, I know what I'm saying. I say what I want. The choices I've made have filled up all the time slots.
Except I have my eye on that Saturday afternoon slot, my clothes are crying, they thought they were finally going to get a place in the sun, and now I might want to write instead of do something about the parlous state of my clothes.
But anyway, this is what I've been doing instead of blogging, nothing grand, but quite grand, just living my life, working and housekeeping and a lot of playing and a lot of resting, watching television with the sweetie man and actually spending time with people, me and TS hung out in lawn chairs for a whole afternoon and got slices at Dante's and soft-serve at Tastee Freeze, and I rode my bike up to Punk and Riot's and just laid around and dranks limonadas de coco, stuff like that.
ETA: As a point of fact, I just wrote this right now, on this Thursday afternoon, so maybe this is a good time, maybe it's just this afternoon.
