Today I was instructed to calm the F down on my day off so I made this tequila cocktail at 3pm and gave up. (Censored just for you, Mom.)
Am I the only one who thinks days off are supremely stressful? Hear me out here…
The thing about a day off is that I want to do all the things I want to do. This usually includes: go to the gym, go to yoga, go for a run, clean apartment, wash car, get gas, cook three meals, prepare 2-3 blog-worthy treats, write something worth a shit, read more than one book (THERE ARE SO MANY BOOKS), get coffee, go shopping, get a pedicure, visit niece, call mom, feel extreme pressure to be at the lake because everyone else is, be outside, do something “new and different”, wonder why days off are so MF stressful. At some point I should probably see another human being in a social setting, but I just really like being alone and then I worry about how weird I am.
Since it’s impossible to do all the things I want to do with my free time, I always feel like I completely wasted the time off. I cannot win. Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to figure out what I want to do that I just do nothing at all. Today, for example, I didn’t leave the apartment until noon and then I feel like I didn’t do anything at all. Which is apparently what a day off is supposed to be. I do not understand. Let’s drink tequila.