Today, I am tired of being productive. I just want to loaf. This is problematic because I have more to do than ever. Sure, class may be over, but I have three personality assessments due tomorrow night that must be absolutely perfect, as well as a workman’s compensation report to finish. And work tonight. And a workout that I still haven’t done yet.
Just the sight of all I have to do is making me sigh. I’ve decided that I’m going to take little pictures of my day to hold me accountable and put them all here.
In the morning, I did about 2 reports and went to my extra group therapy class. My group therapy professor suggested a wrap-up activity where we write each other parting words through an app called PadLet. I liked this activity, but to be honest, I totally forgot to do it earlier. I went through a lot of people’s Padlets today, trying to think of something to say besides “I liked getting to know you when you were in my group”. One of the guys in that class slid into my Canvas DMs (I did NOT know that was a thing), so I had to toe the line between being nice and not being anything that could be seen as flirtatious. It was a hilarious time.
Then, I have a friend who is very particular about which picture of her gets posted, so I spent a half hour photoshopping her face into a photo that she liked of us all. I wanted this photo to be post-able! She’s a pretty girl, and I am always hoping that she will see herself the way we all see her. After that, I worked out.
After that, I had a quick dinner, and after that, I had a 2 hour session for Continuity Care. By this point, it was 8 pm, and I still hadn’t done the reports that are due tomorrow at midnight. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I’ve written all the rough drafts, and now I have to incorporate the suggestions that my professor gave. Somehow, I couldn’t make myself start.
Suddenly, I had an idea. I knocked on my sister’s door. “Can I please do work here?” I asked. Changing my surroundings should help, I thought. “Sure!” she said, sounding pleased, and clearing a spot for me on her bed. Not even two minutes later, and I was already thinking of moving to the living room. Maybe I’d be able to work there even better? “Why are you leaving so fast?” she said, half-laughing, half-serious. “You just got here.”
That one remark snapped me out of it. An hour and a half later, I finished a personality assessment report. I made decent progress on the other. It was taking me so long because I wanted them to be absolutely perfect.
Despite not wanting to do much in the morning, I feel like I’ve done quite a bit. I’m proud of how I spent today. Until tomorrow!