Finally, Friday

My Sunday Moon

On Sunday nights with only the moon’s rays providing the back lighting in my room, I plan for the week. It’s when the hyperactive within me lightens up sufficiently to allow the passing of the baton to the calm sitting like a lone wolf in the blue-black quiet of both mind and night. In this interval, which is longer than a ten inhales, is where an expansive series of thoughts, such as the number of calories I ate during the day, last week, and how many I can have the following year, surface for inventory. It’s where I draft the blueprint for the week to come.

I’ve learned over the years to be considerate of my own self when drafting out the list to-dos. Even though I am a kindred spirit of Xena, Princess Warrior, capable of leaping tall buildings in single bound, cooking a soufflé with my one hand tied behind my back, and my eyes blindfolded, I do pad my list to allow for little luxuries such as:

  •  Drinking my Jamaican Mountain blue while it’s steamy hot and not cold and bitter after sitting on the desk until 5:22 PM.
  •  Flirting shamelessly with real and the imaginary characters I stumble upon during the week (the grey-eyed, curly lashed, 5’11” studious looking sales assistant at Alexander’s Books helping me locate a book I really don’t need but allow him to help me anyway because his voice is more a calling than a choice).
  • Day dreaming
  • Cleaning out the lint screen in the dryer – If I do this I can honestly proclaim I accomplished a domestic chore
  • Reckless pleasure (to be defined in the moment it presents itself)

Other than the little perks, the rest of my week consists of the must do things. My life isn’t all that different from others when it comes to the hard and fast non-negotiable tasks we’d all rather forget entirely, which I frequently try to imagine away.

A favorite scenario is Antonio Banderas rescuing me mid week thereby sparing me a life of passive verbs and unnecessary adverbs. If by Wednesday I am sitting at my desk writing about imagining him, I begrudgingly accept his love for Melanie has not wavered and he will not be storming the flank in his white Rolls Royce to rescue me from the mundane of my mid-week chores. It’s a colorful refuge this place in my writer’s mind. One day, I tell myself, he will recognize the error of his ways and come. But I digress as only a writer can do when they are reconciling the Sunday list to the Finally, Friday list.

A notable point to make here, when I am basking luxuriously in the silvery rays of the moonlight on Sundays I always race through the mundane and saunter over to the joy giving, toe tapping, and heart soaring, portion of my week’s plan. For me, this is my writing intention for the coming week. I don’t and won’t commit in writing what I start out to accomplish, but I do reconcile my Sunday list daily and again on Friday. I am often a day short and two or three thousand words behind my target, which leaves me feeling as if a dozen opened boxes of BB pellets is sitting in the bottom of my stomach. The weight of self-imposed guilt?  Unnecessary, of course.

Why is it I can categorically state I accomplished all the boring tasks, such as cleaning the litter box, scrubbing the grout in the shower, or finding the exact whatchamacallit my son needed for a school project yet but I am behind on that which brings me extraordinary glee. Why do we put ourselves, our passions, at the bottom of the list even if they start out at the top?

It’s not a mystery why we do this. What is a mystery is why we allow this to happen day after day, week after week.

I was that gal once and confess that there is the odd week I am still the woman who gets pushed to the bottom of my own list. Let’s face it, life is  unruly and sometimes cannot be harnessed.  Still, I am proud, joyful even, to say I am no longer a part of the collective ‘we’ anymore. I may not meet my word count each week, but I do push the mundane chores out of the way for what inspires me–writing and reading.

Do you?

And the Friday recap of the Sunday list:

  • I didn’t meet my daily word count (three days I exceed and one day didn’t)
  • I did smile a flirty thank you to the sales assistant at Alexander’s Books
  • I day dreamed every day this week
  • I drank hot steamy coffee two out five days
  • I didn’t vacuum the dust bunny commune growing at the speed of sound under my bed
  • I talked and texted with my girl (not on the Sunday list)
  • I planned a girl’s weekend with my oldest gal pal (also not on the Sunday list)

How do you spend the last minutes on Sunday before giving way to the night?

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30 thoughts on “Finally, Friday

  1. Wishing for Monday to come soon so I could get back to my writing & reading. I’m usually exhausted by the goings-on during the weekends that on Sunday nights, I pad around the house, not knowing what to do. Of course, planning for the week ahead is good. It gets me focused and ready for Mondays. :) Unplanned coffee dates with girlfriends is always great, too. (Much like yours with your gal pal.)

    Hey, love your souffle baking stunt and daily day-dreaming accomplishments! (It’s wonderful to day-dream everyday ~)
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    • Kelly, I love the stuff too, it’s my favorite. I think my mental planning is the closes I come to actually making a list. I keep a running tab going from Sunday on through Friday. I used to a very clean and uber organized domestic goddess, but no longer am I as dedicated to five hours of cleaning on Saturday mornings and a bit everyday. My other life is always in the backseat. Oh well.

  2. Oh, should I be making a Sunday list. I have on ongoing list that just keeps growing. Edit, edit, edit. Try to keep my friends. Make sure my children don’t feel neglected. Love fully.

    • Nancy- as a business owner I’m sure you the Queen of juggling. I don’t make lists for writing, but as I am working on the second novel I am going for 2k words a days, which means I have to plan for the time. I don’t have paying guests but I understand flexibility.

  3. Nose in a book and trying to keep the eyes open definitely.

    I love the little notes area of my agenda (I mean diary – sorry that’s a french language brain interference thing – I have a french ‘agenda’), like a weekly to do list, though I often find the thing I spent all day on not on the list. Then the monthly whole pager, that often becomes a wish list. I don’t have a set day or time when I address the list. It used to be daily when I had a traditional job, now its when I feel a little off track, it straightens me out.
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    • Claire, I like the visual of ‘attacking’ the list. I’ve found if I set my tasks in stone I won’t do anything on it. I like to think of as Jack Sparrow thinks of his, more of guideline. I do work outside the home so I have to approach parts of my life with a bit more structure. Ick!

    • Nikky – I like seeing that I reached my writing goal at the end of the day. My other lists, housework, grocery shopping, etc., have not end date so less exciting for me.

  4. Invariably lamenting that I have to go to work in the morning. You never know about Antonio and Melanie (Seal is finally done with Heidi, and I don’t believe the talk about his bad temper).
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    • Hey Irene. thanks for stopping by. It’s been a while since I visited you. Thanks for the reminder. I say, do what’s important to you– the life stuff you will do, but the other things that bring you joy, make them the stuff that matters.

  5. k~

    Each day I have a list that never makes its way to paper. I do keep track, but if I have to write it down, I KNOW there’s already too much on it. I get the “mundane” tasks done as I move through my day. Most of the time how much I get done will depend on how much time is required in the paper caves. Once the cave dwelling is complete I volley between laundry, writing, dishes, writing, cooking, writing, conversations with friends and family, writing, eating, writing, and then settling in at the end of it with a nice hot cup of tea to reflect and prepare my mind for the next day of … writing ;-)
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  6. You know, I kind of like the idea that a hot, sexy man would love me no matter what evil thing I had done to my face in the cause of being sexy for him.

    And even if the most domestic thing I ever did was clean out the lint trap.

    I am blissfully, unrepentantly, out of order in reading my favorite bloggers, and responding to comments, and I am listening to Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass and oddly, it all makes perfect sense. *kisses*
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    • You, Bev, are having a busy month. I thought I was the only fool on the plant to still listen to Herb Alpert.. such a Sunday sort of feeling. I hope your having a glass of wine.

  7. Sunday evening is a relaxation type night at my house, but in Canada hockey is on T.V. all the time right now, so I’m bonding with my new kitten a lot instead. It would also be under the heading ‘do whatever I want at home’ kind of a night, so I might craft or knit. Thanks for asking! I DO think that lists are important to keep us on track.
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