How often are you truly "busy" VS. simply "trying to cram too much shit in?" For me, it's easy to hide behind a thin delusion of efficiency and mistake it for busyness.
Case and point--last Saturday, I made plans to meet a friend, Ryan, for coffee at 2:30. We decided to try out a new place in Little Italy--which is nearly 45 minutes from my new home. I haven't seen Brooke in a while and we often meet in Little Italy. I haven't been to my favorite yoga studio in months (also in Little Italy.) And, I haven't seen Sandy since my birthday. Perfect! I'll see if he wants to meet too, it's close enough.
What my day should have looked like (according to me): 6:30 wake-up; 7:30 cycling class; 9:00 breakfast; 9:30 shower; 10 out-the-door; 11 yoga with Brooke; 12:30 lunch with Brooke and Sandy; 2:30 coffee with Ryan (maybe Sandy too!).
However, S's pal came over Friday night with fresh-caught lobster. They invited a third and we had a fun dinner party with plenty of St. Pat's whiskey and Guiness' for the boys. I went to bed at 10, but had a tough time sleeping. 44 and still suffering from FOMO. WTF.
I slept off- and on from midnight to 6. I decided cycling is lame and turned off my alarm. Hold on, where is S? I found him on the couch, brought him to bed and stayed for another hour. New plan. I'd go for a hike and surprise Brooke by meeting her early (she had a paper to write and would skip yoga to hang with me after, she could not go to lunch because they had eaten out the night before). Easy--the rest of the day should be right on track.
Except, she changed her plans too. I showed up to surprise her. Surprise! No Brooke. I went to yoga and called her after. She was just leaving Chula so I suggested we meet in Hillcrest for easier parking. That way, I could meet Sandy closer to his home. But, she did not want to go to Peet's. She chose another spot. Fine. I hustled over. Little did I know, they had a second location and she was there. Grrrrrr. Back in my car. Zero chance I will be on time for Sandy so I bail. Blah.
Brooke and I do get a decent hour together. Then, I head back to Little Italy for my real plan--Ryan.
As always, it's fun. I am brightened by our little date. I am also beat. Baby T does NOT like the hustle. I head home at 5, stop for groceries and am happy to see S is done after a day of golf, so we chill.
Sunday is equally "busy." This pace was fine last year. Now, it just seems stupid. So, I decide to try something new this weekend. I get one plan on Saturday and don't get any plans Sunday. I simply "go with the flow."
I woke up rested--because, my one plan yesterday was to meet a friend for the matinee of "Neverland" in OC--easy and classy!
We got out of bed late. S finished his yard work while I prepped vegetables for the week. We took a long hike in the preserve behind the house, enjoyed an "al fresco" lunch and then relaxed for a bit before tackling the rest of our "chores."
I've been meaning to sweep and organize the garage. It will eventually be some sort of "man cave" /gym/guest house. Thankfully, S found a BB gun and Bocce Ball so we played lawn sports instead. I got a surprise call from a friend who was heading North and she stopped over to see my belly, meet S, catch up and cuddle with the hounds.
After a much-needed shower, I snuck out for a "Prenatal Foot Massage," and am enjoying a book before bed. Lesson learned. Cramming too much shit in a day simply means that I miss all of it! Yes, I "show up," but am not really present because I am too worried about what is next.