It happens every year. A long weekend rolls around and I have to look at it as the first – and last! – time I reset, re-evaluate and basically get my shit together. This year was no different. In fact, this year was worse, coz I feel like at the age of *mumblemumblemumble* I should have my shit together. So I made the following promises to myself on Thursday morning:
- To clean the kitchen table, A.K.A the dumping ground for all unread mail, brochures, receipts that I wanted to keep and random magazines I have been meaning to read (I don’t know why, but I have been holding on to TWO issues of Peninsula Living. I’m not even from the Northern Beaches originally).
- To do aaaaall my laundry and get rid of all the clothes I no longer wear and head on down with all my good-but-unloved clothing to the local Lifeline.
- To catch up and clear my to-do list for my Maysays stuff. All unwritten articles so I’m ahead. All unread emails so I’m aware. Lists, plans and ideas to action.
- To get really stuck into building up on my new site My Local World so it doesn’t feel like I’m living in a fantasy land and this will only be of benefit for me.
Did I do any of these things over the long weekend? Yes and no. I did a lot of no. 3, which was good and really helped get me into actual working week mode for the short week ahead. I partially did no. 2 because I needed clean undies and I was also wondering where a certain white shirt had gone and I found it somewhere in the depths of my laundry pile so I cleaned all those things out of necessity more than anything. I’m about to do no. 4. I did a bit of no. 1 as the hubs and I were catching up on Empire (I was channelling Cookie whilst doing that task).
But I don’t feel like I changed the course of my life in four days, the way I think I will every year after the Easter break. This break means more to me in this way than the start of a new year. Maybe because there’s so much more at stake at the start of the year, and by the time Easter rolls around you’ve already got 3 months under your belt to assess how this year will go if you continue to travel the way you do.
I feel OK. I feel like at least it was like years ago when I really didn’t know what to do with myself. At least now I have goals. Even if they are just based predominantly on domestic chores.