Yesterday I made an awesome checklist of my goals. It included things I want to get done daily, weekly, and every other week. I got so excited I went and bought printer cartridges so I could print it out so I could check some boxes. So now you know I was serious.
Have you ever noticed that every time you start a new exercise routine, the first day goes like super well and you are thinking about signing up for an ultra marathon because hello, you're unstoppable, and a credit to your home planet of earth, and then the second day comes around like a giant black swan and beats you to death like that one ancestor of mine, and sends you scrounging in the pantry for something halfway sweet because you ate all the cookies by 10am but all you can come up with is graham crackers, so you're dopey and zombie-like and energy-less and all you can do about it is eat graham crackers.
Anyway, that happened with my checklist today. And also the cookie part. (um, sorry, Colby.)
Have you ever noticed that every time you start a new exercise routine, the first day goes like super well and you are thinking about signing up for an ultra marathon because hello, you're unstoppable, and a credit to your home planet of earth, and then the second day comes around like a giant black swan and beats you to death like that one ancestor of mine, and sends you scrounging in the pantry for something halfway sweet because you ate all the cookies by 10am but all you can come up with is graham crackers, so you're dopey and zombie-like and energy-less and all you can do about it is eat graham crackers.
Anyway, that happened with my checklist today. And also the cookie part. (um, sorry, Colby.)
Oh, my gosh, you too are haunted by that one ancestor? Every time I see a black swan I have this moment of personal solemness even though I really have no idea who that was. Did your dad just occasionally bring it up? And I am probably going to pass this on to my children...
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