Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, a day for giving things up. Fortunately, I’m not Catholic, so I don’t have to part with my wine or my writing. But there is something I’d like to give up–the need to always be ‘doing’. I. Am. So. Tired.
However, I had planned to go to the Philly flower show this weekend. I have so much to do, so much to write, and have barely seen my husband in weeks. My house is quickly collecting a layer of dust, and I’ve not been to the grocery store in over a month. But I have a tab open right now to Priceline. I’m pretty sure I’m booking it. Fortunately my husband will be joining me–but still. We could use some time at home together (you know, like now–as I write this and he falls asleep in front of the TV!)
But should I? Should I really? This is a very small decision to make–why am I having such a hard time?
Speaking of decisions–I stumbled upon a fantastic airfare last night, and have been contemplating just booking it ever since. Five hundred dollars round trip from JFK to Reykjavik. Right now, airfare from Philly to Las Vegas is that much. And Iceland is at the top of my travel list. This seems like a really big decision to make. And I just…don’t….know.
When have I ever been this indecisive?