Saturday: I left off my blog on Saturday night. I was ruminating on whether to stay in listening to the Danes upstairs have a fancy-pants dinner party or dragging my ass out to salsa lessons. I pleased to report that I went with the latter, though mediocre dance partners and a somewhat dry brownie at Tryst were an unwelcome let down after my tiny act of bravery. I tried, and while I didn’t fail, I passed. As a lifelong B- student…I’ll take it.
Sunday: This is my cheat day. Lent consists of 40 days and 40 nights not counting Sundays. Growing up, we were allowed to cheat on Sundays, so for the past two Lent Sundays, I’ve watched Top Chef. This week I also indulged in a little March Madness streamed online. My day was disjointed. I hadn’t planned what I wanted to do with the day – usually I watch TV – so I was left off-center and strangely disoriented. I was lost in a familiar place. A million things to do but I couldn’t figure out how to start any of them. I spent the day feeling anxious, then nauseated.
Monday: Today is difficult. I stayed up late Sunday night finishing my book so now I’m quite tired. I already made myself a little cocktail so I’m not in the mood for yoga. Worst of all, I’m having a little personal mini-drama that I can’t get off my mind. More than any day, this is the day for TV or a movie. A welcome distraction. At 7:40 it is too early to go to bed. I’m too tired and tipsy to do my taxes. I’m too emotionally haywire to write (current blog post excluded). I’ll have to be extremely resourceful to keep myself entertained for next hour before I can take a Tylenol PM and call it a day.
