“Instead of saying ‘I don’t have time,’ try saying ‘it’s not a priority,’ and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”
― Wall Street Journal
Let me be honest.
Blogging hasn’t been a priority of late. I could say that I don’t have time to write, but it wouldn’t necessarily be true.
Sometimes, Gibbs and I lay on the couch and take a nap.
Sometimes, I spend time with cookbooks and crossword puzzles.
Sometimes, I binge on NCIS or Star Trek episodes that I’ve already seen two or three or six times.
Although I actually will be busy this week with appointments, a lunch date, food prep and the usual Thursday wine/food/TV day with Natasha, I had time on Sunday afternoon to make a small, bloodless sacrificial offering unto the blogging altar.
Our weather continues to offer only peeks and pokes of spring-like weather. The weekend was actually beautiful, in the 60’s and 70’s F (@18-23C), sun, blue skies, and, of course, 20 mph (32 kph) winds. If it’s not cold and windy around here, it’s warm and windy. Spring has been sucky in Wisconsin, but I hope the same is not true for you.
On the positive side, Saturday was a good, life-affirming day, winds be damned. I bought potting soil from Wal-Mart and bought yellow Thunbergia and pink Lofos climbing vines (it’s too early to plant, but these go fast at the greenhouse). My plan is to keep them watered when outside and away from Gibbs when inside. Last year, without thinking, I bought begonias and coleus for the main balcony, not realizing they are poisonous to cats until after I planted them. Duh! This year, I’ll have hanging patio boxes that Gibbs cannot get near in order to keep him safe. Little buddy is too precious to favor flowers over his adorable whiskers.
Saturday also included a walk with one of my neighbors, eating lunch outside and a short bike ride around the neighborhood. The latter was excellent mental health therapy and a little something to hold me over until a day when I can go again. My goal was to start biking regularly in April, but that has not seen fruition. May, perhaps.
For me, the “I don’t want to” non-priority of blogging means losing a bit of writing mojo and adding in the alternate choices I make. Winter was long and extended its visit into spring. At times, when I wanted to write, it was to either whine about the cold, crappy spring or vent about a horrible war and laws that hatefully target historical knowledge and specific groups of people. Topics that not everyone wants to read about or has been overwhelmed by, so my choice was to scream in my head rather than write on the internet.
Right now, it’s time to end this post because Gibbs is sadly wanting attention and the last of the laundry won’t finish itself. Plus, it’s NCIS Sunday on Ion TV and there are weights sitting on the kitchen table, tempting me into a better shape than what winter laid down.
I have the right to do different.
But I don’t have to iron sheets. Ever.