On the seventh day...

[mousme]

I keep having to sit on my hands to prevent myself from scheduling something on Sunday. I've become so accustomed to doing something every single day of the week and not taking any time out for myself to just sit quietly at home, that having a day scheduled specifically for that somehow feels wrong now.

The doormat part of me feels guilty about taking a whole day for myself. "There are so many useful things you should be doing instead!" it nags at the back of my mind. "It's selfish of you to take that time away! You should be seeing friends you've neglected, or be going out and making yourself useful!"

So far I've managed to squelch the impulse to schedule something on Sunday three times today. This is going to take willpower. :P

Comments

[owldaughter.livejournal.com]

Squelch! Squelch! You can do it!

[(Anonymous)]

Be strong! Every time you get the impulse to schedule something, instead picture a Sunday late-morning when, having fed the cats and made yourself a nice cup of tea, you get to snuggle back into bed with a good book.

[baronscartop.livejournal.com]

Hang in there.

Three months from now, when you realise you've had more mental and physical energy lately than you're used to, you'll know it was worth it.

t!