I often long to have a day free of obligations, chores, and errands – a long expanse of time that is open to all possibility. I dream of hours of open time in which to do anything I like or nothing at all. Hours in which I can choose not to go out, not to do any housework, not to do anything at all.
Those sorts of days are few and far between, and the sad truth of the matter is that when I do actually manage to get a day like that I find that time drags and I am left with a listless, restless, unsatisfied feeling of having done nothing. I really do prefer to be busy than not.
Yesterday was one of those long, dragging days. I started out tired and unmotivated to do much because we’d been out late the night before and it was already hot at 8am. I had already done the weekly shopping over the weekend and I let myself off the hook for cleaning the floor*. I thought instead I might finish up the tiny bit of quilting that is left to be done on the Noah’s Ark quilt and also start the final formatting of Separation Anxiety. I did complete the formatting but never did get to the quilting. Instead I found myself killing time, clicking from here to there on the internet, staring at Facebook willing someone to interact with me.
No wonder I felt depressed.
(*I’m glad I didn’t do the floors however because a sand storm blew started in the evening while we were at tennis practice. Yuck. I have some workmen coming on Thursday to install weatherstripping. Not a moment too soon!)
Today I kicked myself in the butt first thing in the morning and got going. I still didn’t get to the quilting but I did get the floors cleaned and ran out to do a few errands. Not exactly fun but necessary and at least I feel productive. And I now have a definite plan on how to do the quilting which was the main stumbling block to actually getting started. There’s always tomorrow…
