Y'all. This word. I can't even. It's gonna kill me. I swear it is.
I am not sure why this concept is so hard for me. Other people manage it with little to no thought to the whole process.
I kick and scream and whine and moan and groan.
I mean, why can't I just do it? Like the Nike commercial. On paper, it seems so simple.
Like the to do list I created yesterday. It went something like this:
- 2 loads of laundry
- lunch and coffeemaker for tomorrow
- kitchen clean up
- yoga at 7 p.m.
- writing at 8 p.m.
- reading/bed at 9 p.m.
Okay, so I got one load of laundry in, and far as I know, it's still there. Dinner was easy. I ate left overs, but I barely cleaned up the mess, meaning, there is a dirty coffee cup in the sink. Lunch was easy, but I never got the coffeemaker set up until just before I collapsed into bed at 10:30 because, well, I forgot.
I started writing at 6:30 p.m., and was at it until roughly 10:15 p.m., with some breaks.
The list seemed so easy.
My brain? It made it hard.
I've come to the conclusion that I am going to be driving the struggle bus on this one for awhile. So, I suppose I ought to buckle up and hold on tight.