I love to run. I love to teach. I love to cook. I love to write. I love to read. I love to work out. I love to make ridiculous lists about things I love. Just kidding about the last one. Well, kind of because I guess I definitely just did that. Anyway, the point is that I love to do a variety of junk. I especially love making hideously corny cards, but so far Hallmark hasn’t returned my emails about a partnership.
Here’s the thing, though. I don’t always want to do the things that I say I love. Some days I’d rather eat nails than lace up my running shoes, or go to work, or open the computer, or read a book. Sometimes I literally want to do nothing at all.
I always feel weird admitting when I don’t want to do some of these things, because I have so many die-hard *insert activity here* friends who seem like they would never skip whatever it is they love to do. I don’t know how they do it. Truly I can’t even imagine.
Am I really that much less motivated than them? Do I really love to do these things less? Is there something wrong with me? (I’m totally kidding with that last question, so you better not answer that.)
Today I was a little short on time. I had the option of cooking, running, cleaning, or reading. I fed my family leftovers, didn’t change out of flip flops, ignored the crumbs under the table, and let’s just say the book I started reading over a month ago is collecting dust. I chose none of the above.
I went on a quick walk with my family. And that was enough for me. If that means I’m not motivated, so be it. If that means I don’t really love running or working out, then fine I hate ’em! 😉 I feel so freaking rebellious right now, so clearly it’s time for me to go to bed.