This is what happens when you move back to Alabama from New York City. The first week you feel like your missing something. Every time your phone goes off you check it immediately, even if it's the 5am email from your Google Calendar telling you that you have "no events scheduled for the day." In the realization that you truly have no obligations in the next 24 hours, you will then roll over and sleep for about 4 more hours. You'll then wake up at 9am and lay in your bed checking Facebook, Twitter, updates from the free New York Times app, reply to the game of Words With Friends, and after an hour of sitting in bed, you finally decide that your iPhone can no longer hold your attention. This is when you mosey out of your room and start your day of absolute nothingness. Now this nothingness isn't a bad thing, it's almost like rehab. It's slowly reminding you that life isn't about deadlines, being on top of every current event, it's not about beat...
Yesterday was a wonky day. I started the morning unsure, spent mid-day flustered, the afternoon sulking, the evening running around like a chicken with my head cut off, however at 10 pm I was at complete and total peace. My subway ride home at mid-night I was even smiling and bobbing my head along to my music. Why was my day as spastic as an only-seeing-red bull? Simple. Yesterday's To-Do list was outrageous, way over-booked, and not prioritized. Why was I at such peace at 10 pm? Simple. I had finished the To-Do list. Now, to save myself too much guilt, it wasn't entirely my fault. I had planned my day out (mentally) by the hours and at mid-day suddenly two of those hours were removed. I'm not used to people being so last minute. I come from the world of theatre and the motto there is: ten minutes early and you're on time, on time and you're late, late is just unacceptable. I guess the people I'm working for up here have not tried applying to that motto to their...