Apparently yesterday was the day I didn’t get anything done at all.
Okay, I’m exaggerating. I did get some things done.
Since I didn’t sleep well I felt low on energy, and that went all through the day. Went for my run and walked most of the way, helped with lunch-making, took ages to start the dishes, did only practice a little before my first student, did not clean anything, did practice but only because a student canceled and I had more time than expected, and in the evening I felt so tired and blah that not only I did not sew, I also didn’t write for the first time this month.
Of course that means I „failed“ the „write 500 new words of fiction every day“-challenge but I have decided that I don’t really mind. This is not about challenges, this is about fitting writing into my everyday life.
But writing earlier in the day would be a great idea because I’m usually pretty spent after dinner.
I still have no idea how to fit everything into my life that I want to fit. I’m already contemplating canceling spinning meeting on Saturday yet again. Or to not bake something for it.
At least I slept for 8 1/2 hours last night, and slept well. And today there will be running, practice, the recording of the podcast, and probably not much more because recording the podcast is pretty draining. It is 45 to 60 minutes of solo performance after all, even if it’s pretty low-key.
I actually have no idea when I will be able to listen to the recording and to write the shownotes. Since I’ll be away all Saturday I won’t be able to fall back on doing it Saturday afternoon. And my Friday is packed already as well.
Just the thought of having to be all productive every second makes me tired.
So I better don’t think about it. What gets done gets done, and if something falls by the wayside – so be it.