Our lives are constantly on the go. The other day, my neighbor told me she feels like she should be going out and doing more things. Because she says we are always traveling somewhere, doing something, and it makes her feel like she should be more active.
Yes and no. Yes we are always on the go, much to the chagrin of my husband, who probably doesn’t want to do all the things I invite him to do, but does because he’s a good sport. I don’t know why I can’t sit still. I have so many books that I need to sit and read, but I feel like I’m wasting time if I’m not productive at all costs. But no, we aren’t ALWAYS on the go. For example there was a whole week of no after work plans (during restaurant week at that! Who are we?!) and we just did a puzzle.
Yep. A puzzle. We were at the book store the other day, and I saw puzzles, and I was like. I like puzzles, and I haven’t done one in a long time. Let’s do a puzzle honey! And we did. We chose New Orleans 1000 pieces as our first puzzle. What are we going to do with it? Glue it? Frame it? I don’t know. That seems so permanent. What if I wanted to do it again? Also, I plan to do more, so all these puzzles will take up more spaces than I would like in our house. Our tiny little condo. Inhabited by a giant puppy.
What would you do?