I was feeling overwhelmed (again!) by this challenge, even though I do enjoy it. I even thought about skipping today’s post, but then I did some morning pages-type writing and remembered I do have a slice of my life to share today.
The day did not go as planned.
First, I wrote a pretty comprehensive to-do list. (Comprehensive or aspirational? Same difference.) I met up with a friend at a coffee shop and just knew I was going to be able to cross many things off my list because, after our meet up, I planned to do some administrative tasks like sending emails and balancing my checkbook. However, the coffee shop–in an effort to promote socializing and togetherness–cuts off their wifi on the weekends. So, I decided to pivot and do the administrative tasks that did not require the internet. But then I called my daughter, who was on her way home from work, to ask if I should get a giant churro pretzel the coffee shop has for us to split. My daughter had no answer for that, but she did need me to stay on the phone with her as she drove because she was exhausted.
So there went that hour. It wasn’t bad. It’s always a delight to talk to her, and there was a group of friends playing a game of Jenga a few tables over. I was very invested in the game, but one guy would always block the tower when it was his turn, so I spent most of my conversation with my daughter sliding along the table bench to try and get a good visual of the tower. I knew it was going to fall soon, and I was going to be pretty pissed if I missed it. Then, a family sat in front of me, and the dad blocked the very narrow view I had. So I had to stand up, and I’m glad I did because the tower fell, and I would have missed how it happened if I had stayed sitting.
I had to pee by that point, and my daughter was off the exit for home, so I eschewed the giant pretzel but realized I was actually hungry, so went home to use the bathroom and eat. As I was driving home, I realized that I could have gone home anytime during my conversation with my daughter, put in my headphones, and done some of the tasks I needed to do around the house. Alas, I was distracted by Jenga and my desire to actually get some stuff done at the coffee shop.
That plan foiled, I decided to go work at the library. But first! I needed to decide which library. Do I go to the one the town over so I can finally get my library card there? Or the one down the street? Or the one down the other street? I decided on the latter since it stays open an hour later. But before I could do that, I needed to pick up my prescription from a different pharmacy because my usual pharmacy didn’t have it in stock.
My usual pharmacy texts me basically every single step of filling my prescription, but I hadn’t heard from the other one, so decided to call before going over there. I almost made the same mistake I did when I was talking to my daughter (staying in one place) because I was on hold, but thankfully, realized I could at least be on my way to the pharmacy so that if they did have it, I could pick it up. It was only slightly out of the way from the library so that part was no big deal.
Finally got to the library, banged some stuff out on my list. Then came home and realized I don’t want to do anything else. Except I do need groceries. Thankfully, we live in the era of grocery store pick up, so I sat down to do that order and then another order for Walmart, but I was disappointed to find that I was too late to pick up today. It’s just as well since I can’t figure out how to add my coupon to the grocery store site so need to call tomorrow anyway.
Finished watching The Ballad of Snowbirds and Snakes or whatever from The Hunger Games (I never get the title right on the first try so have just embraced it), updated my Letterboxd for it, then tried to remember what else needed doing, and that was this post. But like I said, I wasn’t feeling it so did a little journaling by hand and that freed up enough space in my brain to be able to post this.
I am tired. I ate too much candy, so made myself slightly sick and also wore myself out, apparently. I am not pleased by that because I do need to catch up on commenting, so. Time to hit post and actually do that.





Hi Akila,
Thanks for that great slice! I have to remind myself that self-doubt is a form of self-torture. “Or is it just that I am never satisfied?” I think it’s a personality thing. I know so many people who are content and others who would call the contenment “settling”. A lot to think about!