It’s Sunday, the second of two precious days when I can get my life together. Monday through Friday are pretty much about work, but the weekends are for me.

Several times throughout today, I tried to figure out all that I feel so accomplished. I always get a lot done on the weekends, but I never feel so accomplished. I work and I work but I never feel like I’ve done enough. But all day today, I’ve looked at the clock with disbelief that there is so much time left in the day. This is a big deal to me. It’s like a dream come true!

And then I think back to my day, and the only new item on the schedule was a 45 minute run around the neighborhood.

  • 09:00 Woke up listening to NPR news, got ready for the day
  • 09:30 – 10:15 Went for a run through my neighborhood
  • 10:30 - 11:00 Laundry
  • 11:00 - 11:30 Went to coffee shop and read NY Times Sunday paper
  • 11:30 - 03:15 PM Did laundry, ironed shirts, cleaned kitchen, washed many many dishes, moved all framed artwork upstairs, cleaned garage, took out trash, scrubbed bathroom, watched This Old House.
  • 3:15 - 4:30 Met Realtor at my old house to inspect the roof repairs I made
  • 4:30 - 5:00 Prayed in Chapel
  • 5:00 - 7:30 Mass
  • 7:30 - 9:30 Watched Suns game at Mac’s
  • 9:30 - 10:30 Hung out with Candyce, flipped through 944 and ReadyMade magazines
  • 10:30 – now Writing this journal

So maybe I’ve discovered the secret to feeling better about the things that I do. If this is true, then it’s a shame that I dropped exercize from my lifestyle for most of the past 10 years because I believed it got in my way of accomplishing larger goals.