My to-do list just doesn’t seem to end. I have to make a photoalbum for my (grand)parents, I have to finish a crochet-bag I’m working on, I have to work on my singing and find a new song for my singinglessons, I have to figure out what my exact role and contribution to the union is, I have to let the electricitycompany know how much I’ve used up, I have to clean the house, I have to dye my hair, I have to go to yogaclass, I have to excercise more, I have to work on my photography project, I have to figure out what I want, I have to throw things away, I have to I have to I have to…
Sigh. And all I can get myself motivated for is sitting with my face in the sun and think about going on holiday.
There are fun things on my to-do-list, really. It’s not a terrible to-do-list, but I just can’t get myself to do all the things I want either, so they feel like to do’s instead of to wants. And I don’t get it, because the sun is shining, I wake up next to the nicest and most handsome man in the world every single day, I know lots of great people and I do lots of great things.
But all I want to do is sleep and forget about everything that slightly resembles something I must do. I need a holiday. Desperately.
It’s time to get out of here.