It is Sunday, perhaps I should not be surprised. But here I am, the day long into the evening, pacing about with a certain restlessness. Feeling I have not got anything done, and that I should.
But wait, why?
Yes, why indeed? Why is getting "things" "done" so damn important on the last day of the week? Get over myself! I have got things done all week.
Plus, if I think carefully about it, I have done some stuff today too.
Nothing is something I aspire to do better and more often. It is something I place high value on.
It all goes to show just hard it can be to work toward goals even when you know exactly what they are and what a natural first step toward them would be.
And twist it again
So, am I currently telling myself nothing is yet another thing I should be doing right now?
Is it too late in the week for a drink?