All I want for Mother’s Day is to spend the day with my kids. I was going to add not doing dishes but I don’t even care about that. I just want to have a chill day with my people. I’ve texted my son who is at his dad’s house but he probably won’t be awake for a few more hours.
My daughter will also not be up for a while either which means I’m flying solo for at least a little while. Plenty of time to get my cardio and think (and write). I’m walking now but not feeling super motivated to jog, which is the only activity I’ve found that reliably gets my heart rate up enough to count (according to my FitBit) for the cardio zone. Above 125 bpm.
It’s an overcast Sunday holding the promise of rain. A perfect day for being lazy and relaxing. The only tasks I have committed to are checking in on my friend Michelle’s cat, Stormy, and potentially going to Nebraska furniture mart to pick out a new desk for my daughter.
We bought one in January and it’s been delayed 3 months past the original arrival date and that’s pretty ridiculous, even with the pandemic, so we’re starting again at square 1.
I’ve got some personal writing “stuff” to attend to. Lately I’ve been opting to work on my lit mag instead and I need to balance that out. Today could be a good day for that too.
Anyhow, I’ve got options. If only I could find the motivation to kick into gear to get started with something. See how I’m just waffling on what this day could be? I’m all over the place.
I guess some days are like that.
It’s been 20 minutes on the treadmill and I’ve still not got a lit that’s inspiring me. Some days are like that too and I’m not going to fight it.
Until next time,