Was it only five days ago that I was writing about “Intention?’ Yes, that seems to be true. Five days ago, I had big plans for continuing good habits, getting busy with new goals, and finishing what I’d started. Five days ago, I was going to make the very best of this enforced time at home. I was intent on it.
This morning, I woke up in the pajamas I’ve been wearing for three days, wondering what day of the week it is. Where has the time gone? What have I done with it?
I’ve been communicating with the outside world through social media and this blog. Beyond that, I had long phone conversations with my brother-in-law, Keith, my sister, Brenda, and with my daughters. I was so accustomed to being able to chat with my daughters every day, I feel like I’m going through withdrawal!
I wasted a good deal of time going through the huge pile of [mostly junk] mail that was waiting for me when I got home. I spent the better part of two days on the computer trying to submit my claim for flight insurance. One morning was spent attempting to make payments over the telephone. Downloading photographs from my tablet to my computer was another job with a built in distraction quotient.
Though I’ve managed to catch up on the three episodes of Grey’s Anatomy that I missed while away, I have yet to step foot in my studio. I washed the sheets and caught up on the laundry, but I have not unpacked or put away the clean summer clothes I carried home from Hawaii. I manage my walk, and my little yoga routine each day, but seem to have abandoned my “serious exercise regimen” before it ever got off the ground. So much for good intentions!
Well, this is a new day! I started by switching out my pajamas for leggings and a T-shirt. I abandoned the sweats (brown sweat pants with a hole in one knee and assorted smears of grease on the legs; pink sweatshirt with raveled cuffs and a big drip of coffee down the front) that I’d been throwing on over my pajamas to walk the dogs. I dropped them into the laundry basket, replaced with clean gray sweatpants, frayed at the ankles, and an over-sized lighter gray sweatshirt. Clean socks.
This feels like a fashion statement (self-quarantine style)! Maybe it will lead to bigger and better achievements throughout! I adore a “start-over.” It begins with this new day.