Last week I confessed my weeks aren’t always interesting.
Sometimes life is boring, huh? There is always a dishwasher to unload and load. A bed to make. Oil to change. Floors to vacuum. Counters to wipe down.
So what do you do?
You make the best of those non-boring times.
And accept those less-than-stimulating times.
I picked the first tomato from my garden this week. Tomatoes from the garden taste much better than tomotoes from the grocery. Sadly, some creature decided to help itself to my tomotoes, too. I found a half-eaten tomato in my front yard over the weekend, so someone is using my garden as a buffet. Rude.
I taught four Step classes this week and treated myseld to a set of neon sweatbands. Sweatbands are great because 1) the class can see your razer arms and 2) you look cool. Obviously, I like to look the part.
When I wasn’t picking tomatoes or teaching Step, I got out with friends on three separate occassions. And at the end of the week, I wondered why my mood seemed so improved. Taking a break from the sundry aspects of life to spend time with friends left me refreshed and able to accept my laundry and vacuum cleaner and unmade beds with renewed appreciation.