the power of words

I reread the entry below after I wrote it. Up until that point, I was perfectly comfortable in my laziness. I had no problem procrastinating on my packing and putting off my preparations. I was happy.

Then I read my entry describing my laziness, and suddenly it wasn't as much fun. I think being lazy is inherently a private, guilty pleasure; tell people about it, and it becomes stressful rather than enjoyable.

So, after I posted that entry I did the following:

• packed up all towels, sheets, and blankets for my apartment
• prepared a box of items that I've been collecting for charity
• unpacked four boxes of random dishware that we've hauled from move to move
• prepared the majority of those four boxes for donation to charity
• cleaned the kitchen
• packed up a bunch of glasses/plates for my apartment
• started a load of laundry
• went to a spinning class

Then we walked downtown for a lovely dinner with some good friends.

All in all, a very good end-of-summer day.