The Easter break looked full of potential, as it always does. I had 5 clear days without having to go to work, and apart from Sister Number One’s birthday gathering, very little in the way of plans. This time I decided to tackle it differently. Not for me the long list of tasks that would only be of use for self-flagellation when I hadn’t done any of them by the end of the holiday. I was going to avoid the avoidance tactics by not giving myself a list of things that (though most of them were things I actually wanted to do) needed avoiding simply because they were on a list. By this cunning use of reverse psychology I would clearly achieve great things.
Five days of mixed weather later I can chalk up the following:
- Watching several films I had been meaning to see for ages or hadn’t seen for twenty years
- Putting nail varnish on for the first time since Christmas (spring green, since you’re wondering)
- Watching a sunbathing squirrel from the study window
- Talking politics with Big Brother
- Eating chocolate rabbits
- Reading a crime novel I didn’t even enjoy, desperate to know how the plot worked out while being too well-behaved to simply skip to the last couple of chapters
- Strolling by the river listening to birdsong and feeling unfamiliar warmth on my face
On the other hand, I can’t say I managed any of these:
- Revising the sci-fi noir novel according to the excellent idea I had just as I was falling asleep one night last week, which now escapes me
- Finishing the crime short story that I’ve been putting off writing (and therefore undoubtedly spoiling) the ending of for about two years
- Finishing the novella about the young girl looking for her brother (who doesn’t exist)
- Writing a small batch of blog posts to act as a buffer when I’m busy
But that doesn’t matter, because I never said I was going to.