My idea of a perfect weekend is one with no plans whatsoever. I much prefer to go with the flow, letting serendipity run its course.
On the other hand, my natural inclination to do nothing means that I miss out on experiences that I would probably enjoy.
There is a space between sloth and overwhelmed by obligations. I would like to inhabit that space a little more comfortably.
It would probably help if I didn’t give everything the stink eye. Girls’ Night Out? Too much trouble. Symphony? Too much trouble. Yoga once a week? Too much trouble.
This week I’m making plans & participating in life. I did (modified for decrepit individuals) yoga on Monday. Dr. M & I are attending a symphony performance on Sunday. And, well, I’m skipping Girls’ Night Out but it’s because I’m participating in a church meeting instead.
See? That wasn’t so bad – I can make plans. I’ll probably need a week to recuperate, but baby steps people! Baby steps!