My weekends are becoming bipolar.
Last weekend I was camping at Renaissance Festival site, fighting people with foam weapons, and not sleeping very much. This weekend I hardly left the house, except to go for a run and a bike ride. This seems to be a pattern my weekends are falling into: When I’m away, I’m out doing crazy things; when I’m home, I’m a hermit.
I think I’m ok with that. I means that what I’m doing, I’m committed to. I’m taking full advantage of the opportunities that present themselves, no matter whether they’re opportunities to do something as exotic as visiting someplace new or as mundane as getting some reading done or putting the house back in good working order. There’s real power in asking, “Given where I am, and what’s happening, what’s the most effective thing I can do today?”It’s funny how my weekends stand in contrast to my weekdays. During the week, I try to live at a steady, constant pace, doing “a little bit of everything” every day. The weekend is about a different kind of balance, I suppose. My weekdays are fairly routine. The environment doesn’t change a lot, so the piecemeal approach works. Weekends are a lot more variable, though I have some control over that variability by scheduling things appropriately. I take the macro-level view when it comes to weekends, the micro-level during the week. I need to do a slightly better job of integrating the two, but it’s interesting to see those two different approaches to balance interact.
UpdateFitness: Biked 17 miles
Sun, Moon, and Stars: 322 words, 367 seven-day average, 276 average, 45519 total, 19 past the goal for the week; 5-day streak