I took two naps yesterday. Two. And I re-watched the entire third season of Arrested Development. And I never made it to the grocery store. And I ended up reading in bed at midnight instead of going out on the town (which means, no, I didn’t make it till 2 a.m. to catch the release of Arrested Development season 4). Yesterday was an unexpected “me” day. I don’t really like it, but I guess I just need them sometimes: Days where I don’t answer to anyone, including the voice in my head telling me to do something productive.
I like to think these days are like sleeping, but the recovery and healing and sorting of your brain is done consciously instead of unconsciously. Zombie-eyed TV-watching time aside, I like to tell myself that the rest of my day was spent processing the thoughts that hadn’t had time to surface during my busy last week.
Although I do feel refreshed today, I still feel guilty for having spent the entire day in solitude, doing almost nothing of consequence. I did make it to the gym (for 30 whole minutes) and also fit in a bit of work-time (while Arrested Development was playing), but otherwise, I didn’t make time for anyone except myself (and Percy).
I made a lot of great excuses: It’s raining outside. I had a busy week. Most everyone I know is out of town for the holiday. It’s a holiday weekend. I have sleep apnea. Next week is going to be busy. Maybe there’s a Carbon Monoxide leak.
But the truth is this: I was lazy—and anti-social. And I should have pulled myself up from my metaphorical bootstraps and made an effort to do something worth remembering. When I’m old, I won’t look back fondly on the day I spent on the sofa, eating a microwave burrito. So here’s an apology to my future self and a promise to not let this happen for, like, at least another two months.
Also, ironically, my pennant from the Stay Home Club came in the mail yesterday. Guess I earned my membership.