Day 3

It's already obvious how poorly I do with consistency. People assume I'm Type A and love schedules and lists and all that. And I sort of do. But I am also quite lazy when it comes to starting, working on, and completing most things. Here is a list of things I stopped working on the past year or so:

Couch to 5k training (did it for a week)

Gym membership. I now pay $45 a month in lazy tax. Haven't set foot in there since the spring. I did enjoy some of the classes but fell out of going. 

Sewing (took one class, have a bunch left on a gift card. Made a bad curtain, bought a fancy cart to store my supplies as they collect dust)

Turning our junky but finished basement into a cozy den. I even bought a couch for there, brand new. Mostly furniture appears to be made of an ironing board, camping equipment, and broken picture frames. 

The "map wall" in our 3rd floor stairwell. I had the cute idea to frame only maps of places we've been/hope to go to on this giant wall. We hung one push pin map. We bought like 5 others, which all sit rolled up in the office waiting to be framed and hung. It's been at least a year in the tube for some of those poor maps. 

Getting to work on time. I stroll in around 9:45 or 10 daily. Sheepishly. I seem incapable of getting there at 9 unless a meeting compels me. 

Waking up without 9 million snooze cycles from 3 different alarms. My partner is going to murder me one early morning to the sounds of a buzzing clock. 

So there you have it. Some of the best intentions towards self and home improvement undone by my own laziness. I guess "looking within" as this writing project should be making me do will either help me uncover the source of my inability to follow through or else earn its place on the list above.

Maps awaiting their framed glory