I don’t really have a lot of time.
Since starting work full time, I’ve suddenly realised quite how much time I wasted at university. Getting home at 6.30 gives me about 4 hours to relax in the evenings, with all social shenanigans squeezed into two measly days at the weekend.
I’ve started using ‘if I had the time’ as an excuse recently – to my friends, my family, my boyfriend and even myself. Because I’m a lazy cow, rather than actually doing any of the things I wish I could, I’ve just written them down instead, with the hope it’ll motivate me to actually do them…
I’ve just booked a holiday to Mallorca, and whilst I’m super excited for some actual sunshine, a part of me just wants to lie by a pool and read books. I realised the other day I hadn’t actually read a new book for several months; instead just re-reading the odd chick-lit novella here and there before bed. I bought Me Before You and The Girl on the Train last week and still haven’t cracked either of them open – these are definitely on my to-do list.
tidy my wardrobe
I’m a little bit ashamed of my wardrobe. It looks like a bomb has hit it; there’s clothes everywhere – and I’m not talking on hangers, or folded neatly in the cubby holes. I’m talking on the floor. Shoved in corners. Half on hangers. In carrier bags, inside other carrier bags. It’s a full afternoon’s worth of activity, but one of those boring, mundane tasks that I just can’t be bothered to do – if only I had a little more time…
I feel so bad when I do nothing these days; even lazy Sunday mornings are peppered with guilt that I should be up and doing something, because there’s only eleven hours before I need to go to bed and then it’s work again and I haven’t done anything productive. Seriously – I need to block off half an hour to just sit, and be, and not do anything. Ahhhhh.
put things on eBay
I have so much stuff lying around that I sumply, unequivocally, do not want anymore. And it’s nice stuff. Designer stuff that doesn’t suit me, or electricals that I don’t need, or unopened beauty products that were slightly the wrong shade. But eBay takes far too long in my lazy little brain, so all the crap just clutters my house, gathering dust and losing value.
This list is making me sound seriously un-domesticated – I promise, I’m not. Whilst I technically cook (pasta’s cooking, right?), I do wish I had a bit more time to whip up something spectacular on a more regular basis. Between shopping for ingredients, waiting for things to cook/set/boil/rise and the following washing up, it seems a tad too time consuming for a Wednesday evening.
go to the gym (properly)
Gym, or Take Me Out and an early night? Yeah, I know which one I’ll prefer after work, thanks.
The other week, I went into Manchester to see one of my old roommates from Uni. Over cocktails, we realised that – although we’d texted frequently – we hadn’t actually seen each other for over two years. Seeing her on that Saturday also meant I bailed on the boyfriend, who then wasn’t around on the Sunday. Fitting all your family and friends into the weekend is pants, and living any further than five minutes away from them just complicates things further. I’d love to just have a solid month of zero commitment to actually see everyone I wanted to see – a girl can dream, right…