I was poky this morning, dragging my metaphorical heels and saying, “I don’t wanna work.” And I spent what I thought was a lot of time kicking around online, hopping through my usual stops of news and journals and Facebook and Twitter and various forums, looking for distraction. I made bread. I don’t think I really settled in to the documents I had open on my desktop till around eleven.
And now? Wow. Freelance assignment finished, half the galleys done, and two hours of cello interspersed throughout. And I thought I was wasting the day. I shall have a glass of wine as a reward!
I love days like that – all the fun of relaxing, with the additional thrill of accomplishment!
Well, if I’d actually relaxed instead of feeling like I should have been doing something else, I probably would have enjoyed it more. As it was I knew I was procrastinating, and I never enjoy that much. It’s preferable to crashing through the brick wall and forcing myself to work when I’m in a mood like that, though.