When I have time for myself, I like to sit down with a cup of coffee and read the news for an hour. Then, I start my day.
After pulling on my running shoes and putting on a baseball cap I head to the grocery store and buy that night’s dinner stuffs. I come home, unpack my bag and throw in a load of laundry. I change into some leggings and a loose top and walk to the gym. I get to do everything on my time. I can take things as slow or as fast as I want. The pressure’s off; I can just be. I’m motivated to start a new project. I have time to read the latest book club selection. I can look out the window and watch the pigeons shuffle on the ledge opposite.I don’t quite have this same freedom during the week. I wake up, get ready, go to work. When I come home in the late afternoon, I’m tired. My motivation is shot. Nothing sounds better than to plop myself down in front of TV with a snack in my lap and a drink in my hand. But, I don’t want to spend my nights that way. So, I’m going to change out of my work clothes and into my gym clothes. I’m off to go sweat it out!