It's not this...
It's not quite this...
This is a little better... maybe...
But really? I think it's this...
I could LITERALLY sit in front of the computer all day long: checking Facebook, writing emails, looking at Pinterest, watching Netflix. But what am I doing? I'm escaping.
And what do I need to escape? The dirty dishes? My kids? My constantly under-construction house? My husband? My brain? My life?
Let's face it: I love all those things. Yes, sometimes each one of those things gets on my nerves. But does escaping really bring happiness? Those annoying things are still there when you're done "escaping".
You know what brings me happiness?
Doing.
YES. Getting off my ass and going for a run. Practicing all the difficult techniques in the Ballrooms. Washing the dishes. Painting with the ladies. Going to a park. Visiting the library. Doing something tricky, new, scary, silly, stupid, boring, childish, ETC.
Need some movitation? Here's something to DO: read this article. It's so good I want to marry it. "Coffee is for closers." Shoooooot. So great.
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What are you doing if you're not doing something?
One year ago: Lacking, in which I do not play by the schedule
Two years ago: LLLL, in which I buy things and try to sell things
