The last few weeks have been rough. I’ve been feeling completely burned out, and in desperate need of a break.
So, since we had a long weekend I decided I’d use it to do absolutely nothing. With the exception of taking my car to the dealership for a couple things on Saturday morning, I barely even left the house.
Seriously, I think the most time I spent outside was the 35 minutes it took for me to go for a quick run.
I laid around on the couch with Lexie for three nights watching movies.
We watched The Wedding Singer, because that movie kicks ass.
And there was a marathon of Breaking Amish too. Why had I never watched that show before? It’s amazing.
And because I think a giant part of my bitchiness lately can be blamed on my lack of any exercise, I let Jillian Michaels kick my ass. Twice.
Please note the hair (and pay no attention to the mess, it was laundry day). It started off all smooth and pulled back, and ended up like that. For me, that’s always the sign of a good workout.
It’s been a really long time since I’ve done anything besides sit on my stationary bike with a text book, and it showed. My poor arms hate me right now. It was so worth it though. There’s nothing like sweating out all your frustration.
It was a pretty antisocial long weekend. Aside from some random text messages, I didn’t really talk to anyone besides my parents and the people at the dealership, but I think I needed that. Sometimes taking a break from everything is just the only way.
I even managed to come up with an idea for my short story, and get the go ahead from my instructor. It’s the same idea I’ve had in my head since he mentioned that we’d be writing short stories, but I kept doubting myself. For whatever reason I didn’t think it was good enough, and I’ve been stressing over it for weeks. So, that’s one less thing to worry about. Now all I have to do is stress about the actual writing it part, but I think a glass or two of wine will help me out with that one.