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floatingleaf) wrote2009-04-20 08:20 pm
floatingleaf) wrote2009-04-20 08:20 pm
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weekend musings :)
Long weekends rock. Why can't every weekend last four days?... It totally should. Maybe I would finally start feeling like I have some sort of a life outside of work. Would there be something terribly wrong with that?...
Seriously. Two days are barely enough to catch a breath. I often feel mildly irritated when people ask me about my plans for the weekend. I mean, what plans can I possibly have?... Between the grocery shopping, the cooking, the catching-up on my sleep, an occasional Netflix movie and a long, relaxing bath, the weekend is pretty much over before I know it has started, lol. When there are errands to be run, or the apartment needs cleaning badly enough I can't take it any more, or I have to go to my parents' house to do my laundry, I usually have to skip the movie too (because I refuse to skip the eight-hour sleep or the bath, LOL). Let alone catching up on emails that have accumulated during the week (I just cannot write quick, short emails - ask anyone I've ever corresponded with, and they will tell you :P). Oh, and I try to also find some time to exercise (or take a walk if the weather's nice enough). During the week, I hardly manage to do more than my neck/shoulder stretches, and I do want to avoid muscle atrophy if at all possible, you know?... So yeah, I don't make any extra 'plans' unless I have an extra day to squeeze them into. Which doesn't happen very often. *sigh*
I am perfectly aware some people have much more on their plates and somehow manage to do other stuff as well. If you are able to juggle a demanding job, a family, a rich social life and a successful (fanfic/erotica) writing career on the side, and it makes you happy, all the more power to you - I will always be in awe of your abilities, but I will never even try to emulate you, because I know I would start feeling suicidal within a week.:P I just wasn't born to live my life at a frantic pace. Yes, I have been called lazy, slow, self-centered, apathetic, unwilling to go the extra mile (I can still hear my mother's voice in my head, saying all those things with the exasperation of someone who thinks you should only slow down and smell the roses after you die). Yes, I have felt guilty about it. I have felt like some sort of a failure. Still do sometimes. But that doesn't get me anywhere, because when I try to hurry and squeeze more into my day, I usually end up feeling like I only did things half-way, like it doesn't even count, and then I am frustrated and exhausted and need to slow down even more the next day, in order to find some disturbed inner balance. I have always had this vague feeling of misplacement, like I was born in the wrong time - or in the wrong universe. Maybe I should have been a hobbit.;) Or an Ent. Because, you know, I totally believe that not much is worth saying unless it takes a reeeallly looong time to say.:D
Seriously. Two days are barely enough to catch a breath. I often feel mildly irritated when people ask me about my plans for the weekend. I mean, what plans can I possibly have?... Between the grocery shopping, the cooking, the catching-up on my sleep, an occasional Netflix movie and a long, relaxing bath, the weekend is pretty much over before I know it has started, lol. When there are errands to be run, or the apartment needs cleaning badly enough I can't take it any more, or I have to go to my parents' house to do my laundry, I usually have to skip the movie too (because I refuse to skip the eight-hour sleep or the bath, LOL). Let alone catching up on emails that have accumulated during the week (I just cannot write quick, short emails - ask anyone I've ever corresponded with, and they will tell you :P). Oh, and I try to also find some time to exercise (or take a walk if the weather's nice enough). During the week, I hardly manage to do more than my neck/shoulder stretches, and I do want to avoid muscle atrophy if at all possible, you know?... So yeah, I don't make any extra 'plans' unless I have an extra day to squeeze them into. Which doesn't happen very often. *sigh*
I am perfectly aware some people have much more on their plates and somehow manage to do other stuff as well. If you are able to juggle a demanding job, a family, a rich social life and a successful (fanfic/erotica) writing career on the side, and it makes you happy, all the more power to you - I will always be in awe of your abilities, but I will never even try to emulate you, because I know I would start feeling suicidal within a week.:P I just wasn't born to live my life at a frantic pace. Yes, I have been called lazy, slow, self-centered, apathetic, unwilling to go the extra mile (I can still hear my mother's voice in my head, saying all those things with the exasperation of someone who thinks you should only slow down and smell the roses after you die). Yes, I have felt guilty about it. I have felt like some sort of a failure. Still do sometimes. But that doesn't get me anywhere, because when I try to hurry and squeeze more into my day, I usually end up feeling like I only did things half-way, like it doesn't even count, and then I am frustrated and exhausted and need to slow down even more the next day, in order to find some disturbed inner balance. I have always had this vague feeling of misplacement, like I was born in the wrong time - or in the wrong universe. Maybe I should have been a hobbit.;) Or an Ent. Because, you know, I totally believe that not much is worth saying unless it takes a reeeallly looong time to say.:D
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Who knew I had a brain clone across the Atlantic?... LOL *massive hugs*
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One of the nice things about you :)
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How are you, btw? And how is Baby E?
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ha, love it! may i join you? i'm definitely a slow-pace-living girl, too. soaking our hairy feet in the creek and enjoying a nice bit of longbottom leaf seems like more than enough for the day to me.
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LOLOL!... I admit I could do without the hairy feet, but longbottom leaf sounds nice.;) *snuggles* <3