I did a brave thing today. It was something that I've been wanting to do for a while, but haven't had the confidence to do. But I took a breath and leaped off the edge. In the mean time I get on with the list of things that need to get done.
Of course the three that are highest on my list are: write more, get a package out to my grandmother (long overdue, no--pathetically overdue), and starting sewing clothes for our May vacation. The list itself is extensive. This kind of list will likely take months to complete. It has become a terrible habit to create lists of things I want to accomplish, then plan how to accomplish them, the write about them, strategize, but ultimately talk more than do. I've been trying to break the habit. It hasn't been easy. Along the way I wonder if I manage to obligate myself more than I should.
These obligations are interesting only in the fact that I usually make them myself. Some are little projects around the house. Others involve ways in which I want to better myself, behaviors I want to change. Simple ones are chores I would like to be more diligent about. Some of them are fun, entertaining things I never really make time for. And yet, they all add up. Sometimes I think I would prioritize everything as a "1", if I have more hours in the day. Everyone wishes for more hours in the day. I know I could use them. It's silly really. All I would end up doing is overestimating what I could accomplish in that time. I've never been very good at that.
But one thing I am consistent in is that I need sleep. Nine hours is what I need. Ask COD what happens when I get less than that. It's that time for me now. I must give in to my pillows and heavy eyelids. But, I'll still have to wear concealer in the morning.
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When I fail to get enough sleep, depression usually sneaks up behind me and smacks me with a shovel . . .
I'm intrigued by the "sewing clothes for vacation" part . . .
@grievous_angel - Nothing terribly interesting about it. We are set to go on vacation to Mexico in May. My standard wardrobe consists of jeans and t-shirts because of work, and I don't think that will be very functional. So, I gathered fabric and patterns and will be making three summer dresses, a pair of shorts and a pair of loose pants to wear. Maybe if I get brave (again), I'll post pictures when I'm done with them.
ryc: You know, I'm pretty good about choosing only one season to complain about. It used to be I only complained about the heat and loved the cold. Somewhere along the line that flipped. Now I moan about the snow and cold, but I almost NEVER complain about the heat, no matter how humid it gets. So, you know, I feel ok about it.
Years ago, I cross country skied. (skiied?) SKEED. How about this: I used to cross-country ski. It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. It was more like skating than anything.
x.g.