No. I'm definitely not sorry for that. Those two words are the only things getting me through this day. I sort of have the midweek blues. I miss my husband. Like. A lot.
Someone asked me last night if I was having a good week. My answer probably wouldn't surprise you. It was something along the lines of, "Well, yeah I guess I am. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ready for Friday".
And then I went to dance class, as I do every Tuesday night. I was feeling good because I had practiced all the choreography we learned last week. I practice while the kiddos I nanny for are taking a nap. I was ready to go. I knew exactly what I was doing when the music turned on.
And then we learned more stuff. And my brain felt like a big pile of mush. I got so frustrated because sometimes I can catch on pretty quick. But for some reason, last night, I had two left feet and was tripping all over myself like a baby calf learning how to walk. I kid you not. It was that bad.
What is my point?
My point is that throughtout class, all I could think of was how much I wanted to go home. I was totally not getting the steps. I wanted class to speed up. I wanted it to be over with.
Why do we always do that? All week long, we long for Friday. Maybe you want one particular day to go by quick... *cough* Monday perhaps? In my case, I wanted dance to fly by because I wasn't getting a certain step.
Meanwhile... our lives are flying by. We are missing out on our lives. I struggle so much with this. I know that because this isn't the first time I have written about this and it most definitely will not be the last.
So last night, I went home and I tapped my little heart out. I tapped and tapped until I got the step right. And then I tapped some more until my toes were ready to fall right off.
I immersed myself so much in the step. It was frustrating. But I did it anyway. I tried to find the good in it. It was a great workout. I was doing what I loved to do, after all. And of course, eventually, I nailed it!
I am going to try to apply this to everyday life. Finding the good in every single day (even the dreaded Monday). Those long weekdays without Scott seem a little bit better if I look at them in a positive way.
-More time to myself to watch whatever I want instead of being somewhat forced to watch Top Gear. I mean, yuck!
-Time to be in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with absolutely no makeup on.
-Cuddle time with Tyson.
And even if the only good thing about my day is that really awesome scrambled egg I made for myself in the morning, or the fact that the day is just over, at least I will have enjoyed something about the day instead of just wishing it were Friday all the time.
Heres to positivity. Living in the moment. And getting through this constant struggle of mine.
Or perhaps someone could just make it easier on me and switch the weekend to Monday-Friday instead of just Saturday and Sunday. I would adjust pretty well to that!