Today has been such a weird day. We slept in (didn’t get up until nine – gasp!), and we didn’t really have any plans at all. Had some breakfast, watched a little TV. All I knew was that I wanted to work out and I might make cookies and I might get to the store. Anything else was fine. John went into the other room to play his guitar (I believe he’s trying to write something), and I…couldn’t decide what to do. I finished one book last night, so I started another one. Got 6% in. Not interested. Put it down. No big loss – it was $1.99 and I don’t remember whose recommendation put it on my list, but it’s been there for a long time. Picked another book, one I should LOVE. Got 8% in. I don’t like it. I think. I can’t tell if I really don’t like it or if I’m just not in the mood. But I put it down. Okay, then. I decided I’d go to the gym. (It’s really cold and windy – not running outside.) I put workout clothes on. I got ready to leave the apartment. Eh, didn’t really feel like using the treadmill, and I can do plenty of exercises right here in the living room. So I didn’t leave. Tried to do zumba with Lisa’s youtube videos. Too weird. Push-ups? I did 15. Anything else? Nah. Didn’t feel like it. … Okay, then. What do I do when I don’t feel like exercising and I can’t decide what I want to read? Play on the internet, right? Wrong. Not in the mood. What the hell is wrong with me?
Well, cleaning the apartment was also on the list for the weekend, so I clipped my tiny mp3 player to my shirt (still in my workout clothes), and cleaned the apartment. While singing along to random favorite songs. You know what? THAT’S what I needed to get me out of whatever funk I fell into after breakfast today. CLEANING. Again, what the hell is wrong with me?
Actually, I think it was the music and the singing, so you can all rest easy. John eventually came out of the other room, decided HE wanted to work out, and I tagged along. Much better. Now I’m clean and dressed in normal clothes and the apartment is clean and I’m waiting for John to get out of the shower and then we’re going to try to grab some dinner out and see Kingsman: The Secret Service, which I’ve been excited about since I saw the preview months and months ago. Possibly when we saw Guardians of the Galaxy, way back in August.
I’m glad I got all that sorted out. Of course, I still haven’t picked my next book.
momma betty
It’s amazing.For most of my life I needed stories, written (even if delivered aurally) and in my brain in order to do mindless tasks. Now, music does it. What a mood-changer, or creator. I’m not at all surprised that it does that to you; you’ve always been sensitive to the tone (if that’s the right word for “mood”) in music. We still laugh about how you would run out of the room, even at 2 years old, and wouldn’t come back in because there was “scary music” in the background of a TV program for something you weren’t even watching. I always wondered: if you didn’t understand the content–the story–that went with the music, how could you associate it with scary? Why couldn’t it have been happy, or normal, or neutral?
momma betty
(I’m reading you and commenting online a work, and they didn’t block you as “unsafe.” Maybe you’ve reformed.