I had a really good plan for today.
I was going to take my parents to the airport at 5 a.m. and then come home and GET RIGHT TO WORK.
Emails, T-shirts, blog posts, I was going to do it all and tackle this day hard to make up for a weekend of having a little too much fun and not doing a stitch of work.
Instead, when my alarm went off at 5 a.m. I stumbled into the guest room and told my parents, “I’m calling you an Uber.” So for the 28th year in a row, I don’t think I’m going to be winning “Daughter of the Year.”
I went back to bed, but only until 7 a.m., at which point I moved out to the couch. While I was waiting for my coffee I decided it would be a great time for some Monday meditation. I like to start my mornings by pretending to meditate, when in fact I’m just falling back to sleep. It happens every time. I always start sitting up, but the second I close my eyes and try to concentrate on my breaths I lay down and immediately pass out.
I could pass out right now just thinking about how relaxing it is pretending to meditate.
It’s basically noon now and I’m three hours behind on my Monday and my inbox is growing scarier by the minute. I have to do all the things, but instead I’m petting Harlow and talking to him about life. He’s begging for his lunchtime visit to the park, but I’m trying to convince him we can wait until 3.
Okay, I need to quit dicking around and get to werk, werk, werk. We’ve got some big stuff coming in the next 30 days and I have to make sure I’m ready for it. Perhaps I should meditate about it real quick…
And before I forget, the cardigan I’m wearing above (and right now, and basically every day until summer 2017) can be found here. It’s so comfy it almost pisses me off. Similar loafers found here and jeans found here. And also this sweater because it’s 50% off and I want every color.
Bye, Monday. Byeeeee.