Yesterday, I was a productive, happy member of society. I was up early, and worked hard. I ate a lot of fruits and veggies. I went for a run, caught up with friends, attempted a Pirates game, and enjoyed a torrential summer thunderstorm instead. It was a good day.
Today. Work was alright, and after an evening event was canceled, I found myself with a free night. A rarity in the middle of the week.
And instead of being productive, or doing anything fun, I find myself completely at a lack of what to do with this time, and have ended up curled up on the couch with a book, angsty over the fact that:
I should be going for a run.
I should be doing more work/research.
I should at the very least be reading something substantial, and not a murder mystery.
I should be out somewhere, socializing, meeting new people, maybe even finding myself a date for this weekend.
I should be doing something summery, summer's almost over!
I should be painting my toes, playing the piano, sewing that dress I've been thinking about, making my own crackers, doing something, anything, with this free time.
And while it's important to stay motivated, and important to grow, and to be challenged and do things. Sometimes, what you need is nothing.
So what I'll be doing now is closing up my laptop, and going back to my murder mystery. I'll get back to all those things tomorrow.