My week alone has, so far, been lovely. I’ve gotten through most of my lingering commission list and spent some quality time relaxing in my house with no one but my elderly cats, who are grateful for the company. But I crossed an inevitable threshold earlier in the week than I anticipated.
On Tuesday I chose to do nothing. Like, really nothing. I lounged in bed, snuggled with my cats, played video games, scrolled on my phone, and snacked throughout the day. By all accounts this was going to be the highlight day of my week! But I crossed the threshold near the end of that day that made my attitude shift from “All right, I’m doing nothing today!” to “Ugh, I did absolutely nothing of value today.”
I knew it was going to happen. It always does during my summer solitude week. I just thought I would cross this threshold later in the week, like yesterday or today. That milestone was reached earlier than I expected, and my guilty pleasure became plain guilt.
Which is fine. I used my newfound motivation to do some cleaning around the house, which I’d meant to do during this week anyway. The place stays cleaner longer if it’s done earlier, and there’s no one else around to mess up my work. Today and tomorrow will be dedicated to a combination of working on Patreon updates for August and further straightening-up around the house.
The time to lay about like a, well, a layabout has come to an end. Time to rededicate my staycation to doing work I’d meant to do anyway.