Sometimes I get into this nasty habit of reminding myself of things I need to do SO MUCH that I give up actually trying to do the things.
When my husband is at work and texts me, “how are you doing?” This is the type of reply he gets:
I’m an expert level procrastinator. Give me just one thing to do and I can put it off for weeks. It’s a good thing I start my new job this week. If I have more tasks to juggle, it means I’ll actually get stuff done.
A good example of how a productive week can go utterly wrong would be when Netflix released the new season of a show I watch…at 3AM on Friday. I was up until dawn, ate nothing but junk food and soda, my daily step count was under 1k, basically I was feeling rather icky by Saturday. Getting out of bed this morning at 8:30 for church was rough.
It’s time to get back to acting like an adult. I have to impose a curfew and a cut-off time for caffeine. When I feel like I have no energy to do anything, I have to make myself try.
Here’s a picture of our kitty, Princess Leia. She’s almost a year old now and finally fits into the buns. While you’re laughing at her annoyed expression, I’ll type up another blog post for tomorrow.