Monday, my first day off this last show was a bit frustrating. I still had a lot of loose ends, in regards to phone calls and e-mails that I had to deal with, which is quite normal but I also had a lot of "catching up" to do.
I hadn't been working out or doing any sort of physical training on a regular basis for almost a year, and I already jumped into that way too fast and ended up hurting myself. But I still wanted to get in decent shape before setting off for a month of road trips.
There was all the unpacking and organizing of my tools and office stuff that needed to be dealt with, not to mention the mess and clutter that has been haunting me ever since I got back from my travels last year.
And of course there was getting ready for this year's summer adventures, which includes several weeks on the road going back and forth across the US, a couple of weeks of car camping in Mammoth Lakes, several days of backpacking on the Appalachian Trail and that little art festival called Burning Man.
Not to mention, I could use a day or two to relax after several intense months of work.
Forget about the issue of us still trying out to figure out where and what home is, that's a separate discussion on its own.
But I decided to get the big tent set-up up, shake some of the playa dust off and repack it, just to make sure all the parts were in order and maybe label some of the pieces to make set-up a little easier.
All was going as well as it could, given how hot and humid it happened to be the day I jumped in on this project. Until the zipper to one of the main components of the tent came off in my hand, making it virtually impossible to finish setting up said tent.
The week was not getting off to a stellar start.
Now on top of everything else I would be dealing with I had a significant dilemma on my hands.
Monday became an exasperating waste of a day.
Tuesday I concentrated on trying to relax and get some rest.
Wednesday I realized how much I really had to do in the upcoming weeks and got a little freaked out.
Thursday I had to start making a strategy for the weekend, which already consisted of committing the lion's share of Saturday volunteering and then attending the Circus Combustus & Funk Pirates Fundraiser Party! and a wrap party on Sunday. Plus all the other family things we try to do.
Friday I finally started making a list.
I like lists.
I make a lot of them.
At work they are very important and it would be silly to imagine getting my job done with out many, many lists.
At home, I sometimes get lazy and figure I'll just wing it and not stress out about making To Do Lists. I'll get things done when I get around to them.
That never works out. And yet I often finding myself scratching my head and thinking about how much more productive I am when I'm at work.
Which may be the origins of the word "listlessness".
listlessness, having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless;indifferent:
Car in for a service before yet another transcontinental road trip
Get my Atlas Stones in order
Take the inflatable paddle boards out for a whirl
Practice juggling, a lot, clubs, torches and knives
Make sure all the bikes are good to go
Yoga and running; lots of both