Couch Anxieties
My first totally must-less weekend in months. Meaning, this was the first weekend since maybe August that there wasn't some work I must do, or some place I must go, or some chore at home I must do. Sure, there was plenty that I could do. Plenty that I probably should do. But nothing that was a must. No client was expecting me to deliver files over the weekend. No meetings over the weekend to go to. No required tasks. It was the first weekend in months where I could do absolutely nothing and would suffer no major consequences.
My initial thought was that this was great. No stress. No pressure. No schedule. No direction. No clue. Ugh.
I didn't HAVE to accomplish anything all weekend. And that's practically what I did. Sure, I went to Blowoff (dance event) Friday night. But it was at a new venue with a weird energy and people were acting strange. I left after only a short while there. I kinda hated the new venue. Sure, Saturday I went over to a friend's for dinner and movies while he helped me extract data from an old harddrive. But the data was about all I did. Though I did get to play with his dog who is one of my favorite dogs in the whole world. Sure I went out drinking Sunday night for beer blast at Rockbar. But the place was pretty empty and I only stayed an hour and a half. Instead of bar hopping or going to the Eagle where most people probably were located, I just pooped out and came home to a bowl of ice cream. Well, orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream. Mmmmmm.
I have had so many weekends for so long when I had so much I HAD to do, that not being bound by a list of Musts was so odd for me. My brain couldn't accept it and I kept havign this feeling that I was supposed to be doing something, but I wasn't, and I was going to remember later and be totally screwed for forgetting. Nope. Didn't forget anything. Just paranoia.
I had a weekend completely free of responsibilities. And yet I was still stressed out the whole time. Figures.
My initial thought was that this was great. No stress. No pressure. No schedule. No direction. No clue. Ugh.
I didn't HAVE to accomplish anything all weekend. And that's practically what I did. Sure, I went to Blowoff (dance event) Friday night. But it was at a new venue with a weird energy and people were acting strange. I left after only a short while there. I kinda hated the new venue. Sure, Saturday I went over to a friend's for dinner and movies while he helped me extract data from an old harddrive. But the data was about all I did. Though I did get to play with his dog who is one of my favorite dogs in the whole world. Sure I went out drinking Sunday night for beer blast at Rockbar. But the place was pretty empty and I only stayed an hour and a half. Instead of bar hopping or going to the Eagle where most people probably were located, I just pooped out and came home to a bowl of ice cream. Well, orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream. Mmmmmm.
I have had so many weekends for so long when I had so much I HAD to do, that not being bound by a list of Musts was so odd for me. My brain couldn't accept it and I kept havign this feeling that I was supposed to be doing something, but I wasn't, and I was going to remember later and be totally screwed for forgetting. Nope. Didn't forget anything. Just paranoia.
I had a weekend completely free of responsibilities. And yet I was still stressed out the whole time. Figures.




