Thought for Thursday...

Some days, it's just not meant to be.

This week is a series of those days.

What's the saying? "The best laid plans of mice and (wo)men..."

Or is it something about a certain road being paved with good intentions?


Acutally, I prefer: "People make plans. God laughs."

This week I had /planned/ to hit the gym 3 days, do some kick butt workouts, and continue on my merry way.

Instead, the universe decided that, this week, my only job is to consume half world's supply of coffee to keep myself coherent.



Between furry alarm clocks that have decided that play time is now between 3:00-4:30 am (it's a DARN good thing they're cute!), my wonky sleeping and eating schedules, and general "Blah" feeling, most likely influenced by the previous items, my unplanned rest week is looking better and better!

And in general, it's good to take the time to actually LISTEN to what my body is telling me. Yesterday I was fighting it... I really wanted to make it happen. This morning, every cell in my body said, "Oh HAYYLLL no."

Who am I to argue with that kind of logic?

Either way, it's not that big of an issue anymore. Yes, it means that my self imposed deadlines will have to be re-figured. No, it's not the end of the world. I just means I get to continue on with my life as I have been: Adjusting and accomodating when necessary. Taking breaks when needed so I don't get burned out helps me get a bit of distance to make sure I'm still excited about what I'm doing... And the slightly antsy feeling I've got about getting back to it tells me that yes, indeed, I am.