The Bullet Journal has already shown me that I have unrealistic expectations of myself. I scheduled about 48 hours of work on the 5th, for example.
I made the first monthly payment on the principle of La Casa de Tontería’s mortgage. I could have set up an automatic payment, but I want this to be a conscious decision and a celebration.
I paid for a short haircut. I prefer long hair, but this time of year, static electricity builds up as it brushes back and forth over sweaters. Then it twists and tangles onto itself. I end up looking like I rolled out of bed and stuck my finger in an electrical socket!
I made a breakfast date with a friend. We both have full schedules – she’s an elected official – and lunch always seems like an interruption.