As some of you, my dear friends, are already aware, I'm somewhat of an 'all-or-nothing' person. Though I'd planned to spend a solid hour today on Facebook and another solid hour on Twitter, today is getting written off as what I think the corporate world calls a Personal Day. Just to be clear, I'm calling it a Mental Health Day.
For once I didn't even bother to number the rest of the list. #sanity #Freedom
It's been a while since I pulled out the old vacuum ... so long, in fact, that Mr. Green and I have been coughing and clearing our throats non-stop. The tell-tale layer of dust had moved in from the corners to pretty much stand, hands on hips a la Wonder Woman, in the middle of every room. And it started affecting more than my airways: I could hardly fall asleep last night for dirt and disorder induced ANXIETY.
Fourteen hours after making my to-do list this morning (there was a lunch and a dinner break and a lot of laundry to do too) I am a new person in a sparkling and transformed house.
Words can't tell you how much I loved knowing what had to happen today and doing it. But deciding on priorities is rarely so stark unless I'm working or there's a deadline. In the good old days, pregnant and/or the mother of small children, it was all so clear. (I forget that the time and energy were oh-so limited).
BURNING QUESTIONS: How do you decide how to spend free time? How do you justify doing something frivolous when there's always work you want to do? ... when there's ALWAYS social media you want to catch up on? Thank you in advance!