As another weekend is put to rest I think of what I've accomplished, and didn't, during the two days when I didn't have to go to work. On Sunday nights I'm always a tiny bit guilt-stricken as I think about all the things I could have done and just didn't. I always feel like when my time is my own I should make the most of it, but while I'm in the midst of that time I'm too engrossed with my nothingness to do anything about it. However, I did manage a few things over the past two days that I consider highly worthwhile:
Strands of twinkle lights strung around house: 3
Phone conversations with sister whose away at college: 1.5 (the .5 includes Fri. night when she called and woke me up and I was too incoherent to make sense)
Hours spent hanging out with Joanne, the grammar teacher, and her 10-year-old son on Saturday night: 6
Chapters read from A Wrinkle in Time: 3
Quiches made: 1
Potential Boerne bachelors talked up to me at dinner Sat. night: 1
As one who struggles with the two extremes of complete immersion in work and utter laziness, I often have to step outside of myself and realize the value of work and play combined. But with the sum of these two in mind my Sunday night guilt is eradicated; and between making quiche and listening to my sister talk about riding down a hill on campus at 11 pm in a wheelchair, I think I'm more than prepared for the work-week ahead.
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2 comments:
I struggle with the same thing. I'm glad that Lindsay connected me with it, so I can hear how things are going with you. Keep it up girl!
From a fellow bipolar work-rester,
meg
You could always kill some time by calling me and saying hi :)
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