This Is What I Mean When I Don't Write Things Down
I had planned to go running today and I've only just remembered, even though I thought I was pretty excited about it. It's twenty past ten, over half an hour past my recently appointed bed time. Far too late now. Or is it? ... No, it is. It's very tempting to play around still and let myself be completely ill-prepared for tomorrow, but not only do I have an early class, I also have a full day. As much as I would prefer the day to myself, it doesn't change my circumstance or that this work still needs to be completed and I still need to attend. Ignoring my circumstance, unfortunately, simply won't change it. I will feel much better for having gone - and done it properly - than shirking it and feeling dread for the week that follows or doing a poor job and feeling lost in myself. Tomorrow will also be very close to the weekend, when I will have the days to myself. And this is reminding me that I need to book a musical/ local theatre opera with my friend before Saturda...