July 18th 2017
Today I had to multitask to make the most of my evening. It was gone 8pm by the time I got home from football after work. As soon as I got back I had to eat dinner, cook dinner for tomorrow, and do the washing up. So I ate dinner, cooked dinner and did the washing up simultaneously. Being sure to only eat the cooked food, and to only stir with the clean utensils.
By doing it all simultaneously, I managed to save enough time to sit down for 40 minutes before coming up to bed. I’ve been awake for 16 hours and have had 40 minutes of free time.
And I’m so tired. And I’m really achey from the football, and the sprint intervals training session I did at lunch. And I’m really moany recently. I’m just not happy about the general busy-ness of my life. And it’s the same again tomorrow. And the day after. I’m going straight from work to the cinema tomorrow, and then straight from work to golf on Thursday.
Admittedly, these are fun things that I want to be doing. There just aren’t enough hours in the day, so once again I come back to my wish to be a functioning adult that can survive off four hours sleep. But, alas, I can’t.
I like being busy, because I hate staying still, but at the same time I feel like I’m always busy, but then I feel like I waste the free time that I do have. I don’t know where the line is, and I’m just a walking contradiction.
Until tomorrow, where is the line?