Weekend Balance

Had I written this yesterday, this would a proud post about all of the things I was able to do on Saturday.  It would be one of those --- I got up so early, look at what I did.  Well, I did get up early.  I woke up at 7:30 yesterday morning.  What did that mean?  A wonderful day full of activity and adverture.  Specifically:

• two hour drive in a prius
• breakfast bagel
• clean apartment - go elbow deep into the toilet, swiffer every room, clean mirrors and rid the apartment of spiderwebs
• laundry
• meet friend at train station (thank you Michelle for visiting Princeton!!!)
• lunch at a pub
• shopping
• 30 minute run
• hour massage
• shower and change
• movie (Iron Lady.. recommend!)
• dinner (Mediterra) with bottle of spanish white
• late night movie (dangerous liaisons) with half bottle of trader joe's red
• brush teeth, bed

What does that mean for Sunday, however, is the question:

• alarm set for 9, so can take friend to Pancake House
• oversleep
• try to find bagel and rush friend off to train
• struggle to stay awake to make 2pm haircut
• oversleep
• return from haircut, read.. feel dead tired
• launch blog (10 AM post likely an epic fail, but going with it anyway)
• debate skipping Mass
• attend Mass
• order in
• debate calling in sick tomorrow for the rest of the night...

What does that mean for Monday?

• start the week tired!!!

10 o'clock

Jay-Z, quoting a wise man, said: even a broken clock is right at least two times a day. That's fine, that's fair – even clever. I'd like to give a special shout out to a time that on a working clock, digital or analog that it always seems to be: 10. I am not a fan of 10 o'clock, in fact seeing it stresses me more often that I'd like to say, but, nonetheless, here is my ode to this ever-present time.

 

10:00 AM

 

Working world

• Get up at 6, 7, 8 … get to the office at 7, 8, 9, or even 9:30 --- get coffee, chat with coworkers, and check email. No matter what time you get up, get in, have planned when you look at the clock, it will be 10 AM.

 

Grad school

• Snooze a few times, wake up, 10 AM
• Go to the gym, run, try to squeeze anything in before class or getting started for the day, 10 AM
• Have a nice quick morning chat with your mother, hang up, look at the clock, 10AM

10 PM

 

Working world

• Work a little late, make a quick dinner, 10PM
• Get off work a little early, make a decent dinner, 10PM
• Go to the gym, return home, shower, 10PM (please notice I didn't mention dinner)
• Get off whenever, happy hour, chat up coworkers, 10PM
• Stuck at the office, start to get antsy because you feel a little hungry, look at the clock, 10pm
• Get home, think you have the entire evening free, ease into being home, make a few Words With Friends moves, or play a quick game or watch a sitcom, or dose off for a moment, look at the clock, 10PM
• Talk to anyone, ANYONE, once you get home from work, 10PM

 

Grad school

• Have an evening seminar or club meeting, get home, 10PM
• Need to do some quick research before leaving the library, get home, 10PM
• Dinner or happy hour with classmates, the first time you think you should be heading home, if you aren't blacked out, and look at your watch, 10PM
• Nap after class, 10PM
• Have lots of reading, but think you'll start in a few minutes, 10PM

 

Saturday

• Make any substantial plans, have fun… do anything… think back… I bet you know exactly where you were at both 10AM and 10PM
   

Sunday

• The first time you start to feel a little stressed about the coming week, look at the clock, it will be 10PM

 

10 o'clock really doesn't deserve this much love, but perhaps by acknowledging its power and presence, I can know thy enemy.

 

The Re-launch

I fully planned to begin blogging again, but I hoped it would be under better conditions. As I write this, I wonder, though, if these, yet to be said conditions will contribute to the emotional depth, passion and newfound time required to begin writing again at a level that I'd be proud, if not merely willing to post.
Here we go. What to expect? If you read previously, you know the answer is --- nothing, everything, anything…. Funny, sad, honest, tragic, unbelievable… Controversial, timely, forward-looking, retrospective…Insightful, though-provoking, narrow-minded, stupid. Unedited, uncensored, censored with ambiguity and code.

Why am I blogging again? I miss it, I missed it. I am blogging for the same reason I am running again. I am running away from something; I am running toward something. I am clearing my mind, but also placing the words here so that I may return and explore the thoughts, feelings and memories of my present state. Dumbledore's pensieve. Finally, I am blogging and running in lieu of therapy and pills. I hate talking through my emotions and I really don't like swallowing pills.
I've returned. I hope you (the reader) return. Read, comment… Enjoy, judge, share. Expect all of the usual: steam-of-consciousness, rhymes, poetry, rants and maybe even something new --- I'm thinking picture collages.