I want to write on my blog about something that doesn't have to do with me having the winter blues or health updates. I also want to get into the practice of writing on the regular whether I have something to say or not.
This weekend was uneventful in our house. Friday night I had a meeting for one of the organizations I'm involved in and didn't get out until 11pm. We headed out for a little bit afterwards. We had to wait at a bar that we never had to wait at before, but we finally got in when the people in front of us were extremely obnoxious about the wait.
Saturday was spent watching Gilmore Girls and doing homework for the both of us. Brandon was working on the beginning stages of his doctorate and I organized my calendar and binder for the semester. I think things are going to pick up for me this weekend. I'm glad for it because it will get me out of the house. We also watched the Miss America pageant and The Twitter was a hopping that night. There were lots of funny tweets and it made me miss the Twitter of yore. (Shut it. I've been reading about the Queen like it's my job and also watching a LOT of Downton Abbey. "Yore" was bound to happen. You just be glad I haven't dropped a "jolly" yet.)
ANYWAY. You know what Twitter I'm talking about...the one where it was just a fun place to be. We also watched War Horse. I thought it was good, but it was slow and I wasn't impressed as I thought I was supposed to be.
I skipped my Sunday morning run because of a ton of stupid excuses. (It was drizzling which is miserable on contacts. It was cold. I stayed up a little late the night before. Blah blah blah. All of which were total crap.) I got on The Twitter and Insta and immediately regretted my decision not to go. Like I mentioned over the weekend, I have a lot weighing on me lately and I should have gone to work through it. Running really is some of the best cheap therapy a girl can buy. (Side note: I really am over thinking and thinking. I'm breaking out of my funk starting tomorrow.) It seemed like everyone was out for a run....except me. I say all of this because 1) I want you to know that I struggle with the excuses too. 2) I want to keep myself accountable and this blog has been one of my biggest sources of accountability. So please call me out on it.
I got up, watched more Gilmore Girls and then read the rest of the day. It was a book about Queen Elizabeth II. I also watched the Golden Globes. I gotta say I was underwhelmed by the dresses this year. I also was severely confused by Jodie Foster's speech. We all knew she was gay....why the round about way to say that she was all over again? I will admit I bawled when she talked to her mom who suffers from dementia. Dementia and Alzheimer's in my opinion are the cruelest ways to die. I hope her momma recognized her last night when she received one of the most prestigious honors in the film industry.
Today was spent cleaning and straightening up the house. I watched Downton Abbey, snuggled with the dogs and read more about the Queen. My school books might have mocked me mercilessly all day every time I walked passed them. I also scoured flights to see how cheap it would be to go somewhere warm. I didn't go for a run again today. I let the funk overtake me. I'm not sure what my deal is, but I thought several times today that I need a race to run so I'll get my butt in gear. So if I could combine cheap airfare and a cheap race to run, I might just achieve that goal.
Now I really need to spend a little bit of time with my books before bedtime.
What did y'all do this weekend?
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