This morning after sleeping soundly (but unfortunately for not long enough,) I heard the baby yelling for me. My eyes did not want to open. I stayed up too late last night finishing a book, and yet, even if I hadn't finished it, I would have laid there awake regardless.
I wondered what day it was. Is that sad? I lose track of days when my schedule is not packed. I remembered that it was Friday. Nothing to do on Friday. Good. That's how I wanted it. We did something yesterday anyway, and we have something planned for Saturday.
I thought a day of nothing would be good. But I forgot one important thing: I can never do nothing. Even when I try, my brain is constantly going. And I over think things.
I think of things forgotten. Of disregarded goals. Of undone to-do lists. Of the future and its many possibilities. Of ideas that never came to fruition. Of things that should be but aren't and may never be.
And I miss the one with whom I would normally share these over thought thoughts of mine.
Motivation, my dear, you are encouraged to return at your earliest convenience. Doing nothing is not good for me.
Maybe I just need another cup of coffee... =)