In order to fit me, my ideal week would still have long swaths of writing time built into it. I wouldn’t heighten it by going out in a way that interrupts my flow. I like being introspective and contemplative, because it makes my days monastic. I prefer pure signal vs. noise, and I will go to great lengths to get it.
On Monday, I’d walk to a coffee shop to load up on caffeine, then sweat at the gym. It’s an ideal week, so not only do I remember to do this on Monday, but every morning. In fact, it’s almost 0700 and I think a trip to the gym sounds nice.
Lanagan, it’s Tuesday.
Better late than never.
Because of course now that I’m thinking about what my ideal week looks like, I’m trying to create it. I really don’t think I will have an ideal week in this apartment, because yesterday was filled with service maintenance workers filing in and out all day. Luckily, everyone was nice to me, but I just felt in the way. So maybe this didn’t start out as the ideal week, but tomorrow is my birthday.
So far, I don’t have any plans except being at home. My birthday party is really dinner with my family when I go to Texas. I don’t leave for that until the 27th. So my actual birthday will likely be quiet. I should go to Starbucks and make sure I get my birthday drink, but other than that I’m good.
It really doesn’t take much to make things ideal for me.
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