Falling for Plan B

My wife has to think that I’m crazy. Last Friday, all I talked about was getting up early the next day and working in our yard. I had big plans to mow the yard and trim some bushes. I even made plans to clean out and rearrange our garage.

I was going to get up early — even earlier than that damn early bird and its worm that we hear so much about — put my nose to the grindstone, and scratch off everything that I had on my list. I was a man on a mission.

Of course, I woke up early the next morning and felt like doing everything, but work in the yard. I figured I’d let some time pass. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and would feel better in a few hours? When the morning dew wore off, I thought I’d feel more up to the work. If only that were true.

What did I feel like doing instead? I resorted to Plan B. I positioned myself next to my wife and our dog on our couch and we binged Netflix. We caught up on all the shows we’ve been meaning to watch, but have been putting off. Later, we went out and grabbed coffee and before settling in for more Netflix.

Yes, I made my choice. I passed up on the yard work and spent the day hanging out with my wife.

Oh, I could have been more productive. The achiever side of my brain would have liked to have been more organized and completed even something small. In fact, more than a few times, I had to tell the “achiever in me” and his annoying bell that he rings when I haven’t finished anything in a while, to shut the heck up. The lazy day at home, though, was exactly what the doctor ordered.

We need mental breaks sometimes too: Mine came with a Netflix logo. How often do you need a chill day? How do you spend them?