I’ve talked often about my troubles with self discipline and holding myself accountable to personal goals and expectations. Many times, I can’t bring myself to do basic chores unless I know someone is coming to visit, another human being staring at my messy lifestyle. Why is it easier for me to feel the weight of… Continue reading Motivation (and lack thereof)
I had plans for my Sunday afternoon, great plans. Plans I was excited about fulfilling. So much so, that I already put the blank entries in my planner for the money I would spend. Movies. Gasoline. Groceries. Then, it snowed. It’s not like I don’t know how to handle ice and snow, so it shouldn’t… Continue reading Interruptions
You’d never know it by looking at me now, but I used to be a three-sport varsity athlete in high school. Every school day for four years (and years before) included at least two hours of hard work and exercise that Younger Me absolutely loathed. Sure, it was fun to have extra time with friends,… Continue reading Can I get a DeLorean?
I hate laundry. It combines two of my least favorite things: household chores and personal image. Even if I manage to hang up a dress rather than laying it (nicely!) on a nearby chair, there will still be visible wrinkles that no amount of steaming will remove. It’s one of those terrible reminders that no… Continue reading A Wrinkle in Free Time