A couple weeks ago, I was complaining on Facebook that I was uninspired by my prospects for the day:
Of all the things on my to-do list today, let’s see…yep, I want to do not a damn one of them.
…at which point, friend Deborah listed the various and sundry things she and her wife had already accomplished that morning.
I felt compelled to respond that I hadn’t been sitting on my ass:
I cooked breakfast (eggs, sweet potato home fries, and garlic scapes), walked Redford 2 miles to the gym, did planks and ring dips and squat cleans, walked Redford 2 miles back from the gym, and tried to start my new mower. Stupid fucking thing! I’ma put my foot through somebody’s ribcage! I hate gas mowers! Now I’m going to Home Depot to buy some engine starting fluid. And some mulch. That means I’ll have to mulch. Dammit. In addition, there’s grocery shopping, paying bills, and doing laundry on the list. Who can’t my to-do list include eating ice cream and having sex?
Deborah, wise woman that she is, recommended putting those last two on the list and seeing what happened.
Of the two, I managed only one.
But 50% success rate is not bad! If I can do half of whatever’s on my list, maybe I just need to make a better list!
What should I put on my to-do list for tomorrow, Avid Bruxistists?!