Today I'm Blogging Because I WANT To, Not Because I HAVE To
I was a little worried (okay, I was very worried) yesterday that going away and visiting Eve and Zarah, while absolutely lovely, had completely removed my previous energy and desire for cleaning and purging and Christmas decorating. Happily, today I feel quite a bit better. I also remembered something that I almost never remember when I'm home for the day, which is that I should not get up and shower right away, I should get up and wash my face and put on grubby clothes and do some stuff around the house I want to do and then walk Lucy and THEN shower. I was almost as happy that I REMEMBERED this order of operations as I was actually carrying it out.
I realized something last week as I was lying in bed in the morning thinking I should get up and do yoga before showering. I'm still thinking of anything that could be deemed exercise as a chore, even if it's something I like to do. Realizing this doesn't automatically solve the problem, but it's maybe a start? Today while I was walking with Lucy I didn't try to walk as fast as possible to burn the max number of calories. I let her stop and sniff stuff if she wanted to. I tried to appreciate the privilege of walking outside, on my own two (nearly functional) feet, seeing the trees against the sky.
Also trying not to laugh at Lucy's utter dismay at this whimsical character
|Not here for your Christmas bullshit|
She did NOT appreciate him at all.
When I got home from my trip there was a small stack of packages on the table, which I briskly ripped open. Most stuff was expected, but with this I thought "oh great, I definitely wanted it but I didn't think I'd actually ordered it yet"
Then I took a beat and actually looked at the address on the envelope that I had just ripped open so gleefully, and it was not mine. So now I have a small dilemma. Do I tape the package up messily and deliver it, leaving the person to wonder what the hell happened? Or do I risk an awkward encounter to explain myself? Not to mention the fact that just now I had three very sticky labels to get off a new glass jar. Don't worry, the actual item remains unmolested. Still. It's a good thing I'm trying to be a better person.