Sunday Funday

Every Sunday I become the CEO of Good Intentions.

My agenda includes meal prep, organizing, exercising, watering the plants, answering texts, reading a book, and somehow relaxing.

I got up at 6 a.m. with a solid plan:

Walk the dogs and get some work done before my 9 a.m. Pilates class.

It’s now 11:30.

I’ve taken the dogs on a long walk, gone to Pilates, gotten sucked into my current audiobook, spent way too much time comparing Apple Watches because mine is a Series 7, and somehow it’s almost lunchtime.

The work I got up at 6 a.m. to do? It’s still patiently waiting for me.

Funny how some days you can be busy for hours without touching the one thing you originally planned. Then again, the dogs had a great walk, I moved my body, and I got lost in a good book.

Maybe Sundays aren’t meant to be efficient. Maybe they’re just meant to be lived.

And after all… it’s only lunchtime. There’s still plenty of time to get a few things done.

At least that’s what the CEO of Good Intentions keeps telling herself while sipping tea and making absolutely no move toward her laptop.

Just wondering… am I the only one who creates a to-do list worthy of three people every Sunday?