Life is a project.
The possibilities for 1-hour service windows for next week are like schedule roulette.
1st grade performance at 8:15 am. Great.
The roofer can only do noon on Thursday. You know what I like to do at noon on Thursday?
That’s right! I like to run to the cleaners while scarfing down a granola bar like every other self-respecting professional.
I’m pressing toward saint-like fitness enlightenment, so I tried to get some “intense” fitness activity in this morning.
I brushed my teeth while I jogged with my dog.
I choked a little.
Next time I’ll floss and run with the dog.
If that doesn’t convince you to download a scheduling app …
Imagine me greedily indulging in a cheat day frap when I’m supposed to be meeting with a friend at a healthy greens place. The shame!
Something has to keep track of what I need to do, when I need to do it
and who I need to do it with.
I need to get stuff done so I can enjoy my life.
(Inspired by Writers Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #346, a Coordinated Poem)