I woke up today already tired. I’m beginning to notice that my weekends are starting to look the same: wake up, waste time on Instagram or Facebook or freaking Linkedin, eat some trash, watch some trash, take a depressing nap, and if I’m lucky, go out for chai or drinks in the night. And even as I lay in bed in the morning, wanting to do something different today, I had a feeling that I wouldn’t even know where to start. 

I know I said I would use Saturday to respond to client emails and get back to everyone messaging me on Whatsapp…and I know I said the same last week as well. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to sit down, open the damn inbox, and compose a response. 

Now, what I did manage to do today was clean the kitchen, because I literally could not find my scissors anywhere. I ended up clearing and re-organizing the drawers, washed the dishes in hopes of finding it in the sink, and since I was there, I cleaned the stove as well. The scissors…I found were on my shelf in the study; I had used them yesterday in the night, and forgot them there. What ended up happening was that since I used up all afternoon cleaning the kitchen, I ran out of energy to cook, and so made-did with some PBJ. Time seems to slip away too easily. 

To end on a hopeful note, I am getting in bed on time today, and I set four alarms to make sure I wake up on time. Wish me luck!