Good morning Readers! I hope your week has been going well. It’s coming to a close for the month of March, and I like to take the time to reassess the month. Did I set out what I wanted to accomplish? Did I run through the week just trying to get to the weekend and now I’m stuck doing the things I didn’t want to do during the week? You betcha, I kept saying next weekend, next weekend and now the time meant to recharge and be creative is spent doing the mundane. What about you? Did you hit your target or do you have to adjust fire? Let’s brew about it.
I had to sit myself down and instead of doing a more quirky post I jumped on this train about cramming things into the weekend. Which I guess I wanted to navigate this way because I can’t be the only person that does this to themselves. I end up feeling disgruntled with the choices I made for the week or month even and end up wanting to bite everyone head off when it’s truly my own fault.
Time management, that’s the key. It gets tossed around like crumpled paper only to land outside the waste bin when not used right and then, fuck gotta exert more energy picking up the mess that was made. I literally, wrote it out and then inputted the MUST DOs in my phone, because one I really shouldn’t be doing what I don’t want to do on the days I should be having fun and two losing my shit on people for my own laziness isn’t right nor fair.
Relief, that’s the one word I felt, and not so tangled? I could breathe and see things clearly once I mapped everything all out and then some. I could navigate the days and even months in advance if I just planned it out. Will there be some pivoting? Of course, not all things can be planned out to a T life likes to throw those curves balls out there, but it’s how we respond to them.
With that being said I wasn’t just talking about mundane, I’m pretty sure you were picking up what I was putting down. If not, I was talking about what I do here, I didn’t like how it felt being chaotic, am I suzy homemaker? Am I a goth snatching crystal girl? Are we flipping to pictures of what I cook or books I read? What is the direction I want to go when I’m on here? What are you guys wanting to read about when you come here? What is the presence? Honestly, sometimes the worry is flooded with anxiety. I’m not sure if most writers would cringe at my transparency, but maybe I’d like to show the human side, the faulty one.
So, I hope you will continue to ride with me as I go down this curious path. How do you feel? What’s your perspective on life cramming on the weekends? Do you have any pointers on what actions to take, meditation possibly or maybe biting someone’s head off does feel relieving in some way?
As Always Keep On Brewin!