Today a did a thing — a thing I don’t usually do.
I took the day off.
I got up at 5:45 this morning, and I made a list of everything I have to achieve before I board a plane to Michigan on Saturday.
Looking at the tasks I need to accomplish before I take off for Detroit felt like A LOT.
Picking up dry-cleaning, buying dog food, and getting a haircut could take up a whole day in LA by themselves, but when you add finding a reputable lawyer to establish a revocable trust and other such responsible nonsense… it’s all too much.
And just to be clear, I mean too much logistically, practically, and maybe more importantly: emotionally.
Sure, I’m capable of juggling all of those details with work, and I totally could have suppressed the emotions involved with the tasks facing me like I have so many times before, but this morning as I was roasting Brussels sprouts in bacon fat, I asked myself, “Why? What’s the point of that?”
I realized there isn’t a single task I could accomplish at work that was more important than addressing my own pressing personal needs today.
This is probably some kind of turning point in my evolution as a human or whatever, but I don’t know if I’m ready to give my decision that kind of weight.
That said, I’m grateful to be home to vacuum, research estate planing attorneys three time zones away, and watch my dogs sleep.
Anyway, I’m home adulting on a Wednesday afternoon, but as responsible as I feel?
I also think it’s maybe time for a midday nap.