I accept that I require a weekend per month to do nothing. Without it I’ll start to crack. Last Saturday was my day of rest. Welcome to the mind of a physically and mentally exhausted person.
March 23rd, 2024 – 7:47 a.m.
It never fails, no plans and yet I am awake before 8. Seriously body, you didn’t want 8 hours minimum?
This is supposed to be my rest day but grocery shopping didn’t happen yesterday. Am I going to try and do it today? My need for respite is greater than my need to re-up the kitchen. This is serious because food always wins.
Guess I’ll go through these 400+ emails clogging my inbox. Only one marketing email per company per week should be allowed. Let me unsubscribe from Home Advisors and the others I never read.
Spice things up and read the tabs I open now. The 80+ that are waiting don’t need more friends. Afar is one of my favorite sites. Mostly aspirational, my Pinterest board keeps growing. I’m reading the spotlight on women, and I don’t want to wait until I’m retired and older to travel and enjoy myself. I want to do it now, regularly, it’s a part of me and one of my greatest desires.
LinkedIn, these are not the designer jobs I want. I don’t work in tech. There are a few interesting companies in here. I would rather win a bit of that $977M jackpot so I can retire and focus on passions.
9:00 a.m.
It’s 9, fuck that means it’ll be 10 soon, noon will come up behind her and the day is almost gone. Calm down, finish your current task and then decide what to do next.
10 something a.m., maybe
Time to shower and I have the itch to clean out my closets. I’m tired of most of this stuff anyway. I need more color in my wardrobe.
Mixed fruit and granola for breakfast, I want pancakes but I don’t have the bandwidth to cook anything.
I could make my grocery list, that’s easy to do.
Going out to write or to dinner sounded good early in the week. I’ll see what my account says.
Eleven-ish a.m., probably
Two t-shirts dresses have been evicted. The drawers are the real problem and I don’t have it in me right now. Let that be future me’s problem.
This is one of the months with no desire to cook and plan but gotta do it anyway, future me has to eat.
Noon
Yeah, that list isn’t happening today.
I’m exhausted and want to stay home. Dinner sounded cute but I’m drained. I need a break and for the things I want to do, just take my time.
Dinner can come to me but what will it be? Big ass sandwich? Wings? Curly fries? Indian?
I have gone back and forth for at least 20 minutes, created and deleted 4 different orders. Ugh, I’ll decide later.
Let me watch this interview with Ink about her work on Act II.
3:30 p.m.
X-Men ’97 is my kind of carrying on. They better fix this mess with Ororo before the season ends, I know that!
The little energy I can muster is going to my pole challenge, hand stands for today.
Considered going out again, blame the pool boost. Pulling myself together is too much. It requires more effort than I want to give today. Figure out what to wear, get in the car, drive, find a parking spot, go inside, speak with other people. I would rather stay here and not have to put on the façade.
4:00 p.m.
Cleaning the bathroom is a must do. I’ll be too busy tomorrow so seize today! Also, it’s time for a snack.
City Barbecue is in the queue. Decided to eat what I want, deserved on a day of rest.
I think I want a green treat too, liven up the evening.
5:27 p.m.
Let me call my momma and tell her about these sorority shenanigans.
6:07 p.m.
The green treat added wings to my order.
The restaurant forgot my cornbread! I want my cornbread not the $2.94 refund. I think they should cover the expense to get it to me and complete my meal.
8:41 p.m.
The Universe thinks it’s funny. My SkyTeam said I opened the door. Talked about yesterday’s post in therapy on Thursday and I just finished sharing with my mom things I had packed away. Excellence as a standard and the only answer, is a lot growing up. I’ve never unloaded all of that before, with anyone. A Cecily Tyson quote dug this up. My fellow Sagittarius may have been conspiring as well. I know there’s more to share and once I do, I’ll find a new level of freedom.
March 24th – 12:45 a.m.
I was watching the tourney around 10:00 and then it watched me. I wouldn’t be upset to wake up and have another day just like this one. Five in a row would do me just fine.
On the Seventh Day She Rested
