'Tis the season for illness, winter blues and new year's resolutions slipping through the cracks. I spent a large chunk of last week on my couch, watching 41 episodes of Grey's Anatomy in a row. Why? I had no voice. To some people that may not be a big deal, but I'm a talker - a born communicator - an over-communicator. Darn it, I like to talk. So when I couldn't for four days, my husband thought he had died and gone to heaven. No nagging. No "honey-do" requests. But, he did have to suffer through at least 15 of those 41 episodes of Grey's Anatomy.
But that's not what I am here to write about. During those four days, I didn't communicate much with anyone. Sure, I had Facebook, Twitter, and text messaging. But that is slightly delayed. I wanted conversation. I wanted a dialogue. Instead, I was alone with the thoughts in my head. Not always a good thing.
I over analyze. I am way too critical. I always think I can do more. So four days of pure laziness started taking a toll on my poor soul. Seriously. It only took four days and I fell into a lazy rut. I hate being lazy. Sure, I love to relax with a glass of wine, bubble bath or good book. But to unwind, not be lazy. This sense of laziness spilled over once the work week started. I didn't want to relapse into sickness by overdoing it too soon, so I let the dishes pile up, the laundry sit in the basket unfolded, and just did nothing. (Well, I read a book). Last night I hit my breaking point. After dinner, Josh and I got home and I couldn't take it. After some prompting from a co-worker, I decided to make cupcakes. Well, baking requires doing dishes. So I did the dishes - all of them. Then I cleaned the kitchen. I started cleaning other areas of the house then I realized it was midnight and time to go to bed.
But guess what - that little bit of motivation brought about a whole new attitude. I woke up today wanting to kick a$$ and take names. And I have done just that. My To-Do list at work is almost complete - including some of tomorrow's work. I have a great night of re-connecting with old friends planned for tonight and my weekend is full of all sorts of things to do. All of which will help me achieve my goal of being a better me.
So while I may have let last week go, this week I am taking control.