I woke up today with a plan. To go to work, to go home for lunch, to go back to work, to go to the gym, to go home.
So what did I do? Only some of that.
I went to work, of course…after having major closet dilemma. Someone please take all my clothes. All of them. I’ve fallen out of love.
When lunchtime came around, of course I did not stick to my money-saving plan.Sometimes a gal needs a (black bean) burger and fries. The thought of another salad for lunch was just too sad.At least my coworker, C-Breezy, and I talked about consolidating loans. That’s a nod to money-saving for sure.
I did go back to work for the remainder of the afternoon, but afterward, something called me away from the gym. You see, the gym is a safe haven— a place in which I don’t spend money and I’m not sitting on my duff all night. But there are times the gym (or on my running path) is the last place I want to be. There is a place, however, that I always want to be.
This is what $50 at Whole Foods looks like:I was mostly pumped to find two newer vegan products.
Even though I’m not on the vegan train right now, I still love to check out the latest products. I crumbled some of the seitan over some greens and broccoli slaw for part of dinner (when salad did not feel gaggy):
It’s good but it lost the chorizo flavor under the TJ’s peanut vinaigrette. Also my stomach is in shambles. But you don’t need to know that. Back to the point.
Sometimes I get so comfortable with a routine that it’s hard to break out of it, and it scares me— it reminds me of a too-controlling version of myself whom I like to think I left behind. I have a million reasons in my mind. I can’t do X instead of Y because X costs more/takes more time/means I won’t have enough time tonight to work out and blog and wash my clothes and watch New Girl and finish The Paris Wife even though I’m not enjoying it and…! When I start to feel this way, I do whatever is the opposite of my routine. Today it was food shopping, doing my laundry, hanging out with the pups and watching Weeds, Glee and New Girl.
This morning, a yoga instructor who used to teach at our workplace tweeted, “Don’t just do something, sit there.” And I thought, “YES!” That is what I need. I don’t want to feel guilty for wanting to chill out sometimes. I don’t want to feel guilty for sitting still all night and letting my mind relax after working all day. I’m 24 and don’t have the huge responsibility of children yet (and hope not to for at least another six years), so I need to take advantage! And besides, my self-inflicted, fully booked 6:10 a.m.-to-11 p.m. schedule can resume tomorrow. For now I’m sitting still.
Ciao for now,