Sloth or not?

sloth

I’ve said it before: I think I’m a sloth by nature, so I try to fight that instinct often. But that often leaves me stuck in the middle.

Case in point: yesterday. Sundays are my only day each week that I don’t have anything scheduled (well, except church.) So I rarely schedule anything so I can get my laundry and cleaning and cooking for the week done and relax a bit. Yesterday, I was going to have coffee with SP in the morning but that was the only thing scheduled.

And I was so looking forward to just sitting and doing nothing. Maybe read, maybe knit. I was roommate-less this weekend, so I was going to just sit on my ass and veg out.

So I got up, got ready, ate breakfast and started laundry. Then I left to go meet SP; I got home from that (after a stop at the co-op) around 11:30. More laundry, then baked. Then made chicken and rice for my lunches. More laundry. Cleaned out the kitchen cupboards (the upper ones, anyway – the lower ones will need to wait for another day.) Then made baked oatmeal for my dinners this week. Wrote a quick blog post. Then I finally sat down to knit and watch some TV at about 4 or so.

The whole afternoon, I was lamenting the lack of time to sit around and do nothing. Or sit around, watch TV and knit. The lack of time to just sit and relax. And I did have a chunk of time – from 4ish until Downton Abbey started at 8. And you know what?

I hated it.

Even though I was knitting, I felt like a slug and a sloth. And it got me down a little bit. Being alone with my thoughts for too long is never a good thing. Hello, thinky place! I just felt so unproductive.

Which is nuts because clearly I got a lot done yesterday.

So I need to find this line between having enough time to sit and relax and doing it so much I feel down. I don’t want to be go go go ALL THE TIME, but apparently I need to stay busy.

baby sloth!

Or maybe I just need to not beat myself up for taking 4 hours out of my entire week to just veg?