Except… I did the Important
Managed to drag myself outside for a 10 K run.
Ate some nuts.
Had a cup of coffee with coconut oil.
The only thing I can think of, even though I slept for 8 hours, is going back to sleep.
Heck, I didn’t have a real day off for… I can’t remember, when I had a day off.
Going to bed.
Still kinda tired.
Nothing is getting done from my to-do list today.
Screw the list.
I’m having a day off.
I’m doing nothing the whole day and that is the new plan.
The Sun is shining bright outside.
I’m in Rio.
5 minutes from Copacabana beach.
I’m looking at myself in the mirror.
It’s been raining for weeks.
When did I last go to the beach?
I look unusually white. Like death. I do not look good. I do not feel good.
For a minute struggling with the desire to go back to bed or to eat some chocolate.
Put on my bikini. My beach dress. My sunglasses.
Out. On the way to the beach.
Blue skies. Bright. Green trees. Sunny. Smiling faces. Compliments.
On the beach.
Waves licking my feet.
Back to the towel.
After a few minutes the world around me is starting to come alive.
I hear the music.
Ideas are flowing. I barely can keep up with typing them into my Android Evernote.
People. Smiles. Sun. Blue skies. Sounds of waves crushing against the shore.
It’s such a beautiful day.
90 minutes later.
Time to go home.
Image of a Super Mario, who just got a few bonus lives.
Feeling like a superman or a wonder woman.
My batteries are recharged.
Planned another 15 K run for tonight.
I know I need to write a blog post when I’m back. Can’t keep it inside. My brain is working with the speed of light.
Feeling like I can work for 12 hours straight with no re-charge.
Finished the blog.
Feeling like dancing. Music is on.
My parents have a few minutes to talk on Skype. Always such a joy to see the family. It’s my nephew’s 9th birthday.
My mood keeps going up.
First question my father asks me after a few weeks of no-Skype, “Have you been working out girl?”. I probably did some progress with my shoulders and back. Just like I wanted.
Mood points going up.
My mom, “You look so fresh and tanned! Been to the beach lately?”
My smile gets bigger.
“Thanks mom! In fact, I am just from the beach”
When my parents tell me I look good. I know I look great.
“Happy Birthday!”, to the birthday boy. Haven’t seen him forever. He’s more interested in the gifts now.
New Lego toys.
My smile gets wider.
Finishing the book.
Then run. Drawing. Trying to keep up with ideas flowing non-stop.
I didn’t do shit today. Nothing from my to-do list.
Except I did the important.
I did what mattered.