That’s what I feel like I’m doing right now.
I have so much on my plate, so much I SHOULD be doing, but the house is in disarray, and there’s not much progress I can make at the moment.
So I sit here with no tv, no work space and waste time as the evening disappears.
But then, I realize, yes there is.
I could be planning future blog posts, or making notes about goals for the next few months. I could be starting “to do” lists for when the contractors are gone. I could be pulling out a box at a time and sorting through the stuff I packed away as it was and start getting rid of the stuff I don’t really need.
I could pick a drawer or a cupboard to reorganize, shop on-line for a rug to put down in the family room, or clean out the refrigerator.
I could start thinking about what I need to pack for our winter trip to Yellowstone next week, or plug in the glue gun at the kitchen counter and makes repairs to the 3 purses I have sitting right where I can get to them.
I could be reading about all the new features the camera on my new phone has, ordering a couple of books for my kindle to take on the trip, or even read one of the books I didn’t finish on our last trip.
I could be knitting one of the 10 scarves I have the yarn to make, or cleaning out my purse, or making a meal plan for the rest of the week and putting together my grocery lists.
I could even get really crazy and start cleaning out my craft room.
But I’m not doing any of that.
I’m tired. I’ve been going at full speed for days, bending, lifting walking, walking, walking, as I prepared for the floor work, and all I really want to do is nothing.
And so that’s what I’m going to do. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
In fact, I’m so excited to do nothing, I’m going to bed. Or maybe I’ll waste just a little more time first…