Sunday, December 03, 2006

Progress

I actually got something done today!

I woke up at 10am, actually ready to get out of bed! For the past two weeks, in a desperate attempt to get over this never ending cold, I’ve tried to wring every drop of sleep out of every available minute.

And so I got up and read the paper. Then I went out and tutored three students.

And then I called Betty! I finally had enough time, energy and voice to call. We had a nice conversation.

AND then I finished our Christmas cards. OK, so only 1/3 of the people on our list are getting a photocopy of a short letter and the rest aren’t getting a note. I consider that a half-assed job, but at least I finished them!

AND I did the dishes (my husband made a lovely steak).

So that’s all good.

Now. Here’s a list of all the things I should’ve done, but didn’t:
1. Catch up on the laundry that built up when I was sick last week.
2. Finish my Christmas shopping, online and otherwise.
3. Talk to my mom. I thought she was going to call??? Great, now I’m worrying that she’s pissed at me.
4. Send out the work-related email that I’ve been avoiding.
5. Rent a car for our Christmas vacation.
6. Call my depressed friend and see if she’s ok. She cancelled a get-together on Friday.
7. Go to Barnes & Noble and get gift certificates for all my nieces and nephews.
8. Email my friend and ask him if he wants to get a Christmas tree with us next weekend.
9. Pay bills.
10. Mail some letters and packages that have been lingering in my car.
11. Clean any part of my house.
12. Work on my book.
13. Practice the piano.
14. Turn off the darn TV and read a book for a change.
15. Exercise. Right. What the hell is that?

This is the not so fun thing I do to myself. Even when I should feel a sense of accomplishment… like today, I just start to think about all the things I should ALSO have done. Sometimes, it’s easier to be sick and have an excuse. Mental illness can be enticing that way too. If I’m crazy, then I don’t have to be responsible.

But. I don’t want to be crazy. And all that stuff is less important than me.

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