Three quarters of the way through my class this morning, I had pretty much decided I was taking tomorrow off.
The class was great - dialogue was on cue, energy was strong in the room, I felt strong going in - it was a perfect line up. I just got tired. I got a serious "I need a break" feeling. Particularly with the thought that tomorrow's class will be a 6am start (5am get up). So then what happened?
I got home, had food and took a book to bed to rest the bones for a bit.
I had a huge line-up for the day but my body was screaming for a lie down.
Well, the book was never opened and neither were my eyes - for nearly three hours *blink blink*.
I was roused from slumber by a kitten mewling in my ear (for her dinner as it turns out).The light outside looked odd. I got up and checked the clock and was dismayed at the complete loss of day! Three minutes later, a motorcycle rumbled down the driveway - Ben was home. I was incredulous. And immediately smacked with guilt. The house was still a bombsite.
I felt energized at least, and set my intention to use my renewed strength to tackle the house. I had just finished my beer and was about two minutes into my tidy-up when I received an SMS.
"Fancy dinner tonight?"
I looked at Ben. He smiled and said "anything to delay the inevitable, huh?" So, it was into the shower and out the door for my dinner date with a gorgeous woman.
Yes, I'm one of those people that will always choose pleasure over monotony. Spontaneity over predictability. Some may see it as procrastination. Perhaps. I see it as prioritisation. The house and its mess will still be available for my attention tomorrow. Dinner with a gorgeous woman however, may not be.