Downtime, favourite time

Time flies. Not like a butterfly. More like a speeding bullet.

I know. That would be a horrible opening for a book. I am just expressing an opion. December seemed like just yesterday.

Weekends fly the fastest. I usually make it a point to have some time for myself. So, even though I have loads and loads to do, I'll make sure I carve in some downtime for myself, even if it's just an hour of being a 'potato couch' in front of tv, watching a not-so-memorable rerun. I would prefer downtime with a good book and a cup of chocholate but sometimes, I just don't have the energy to read. TV is different. I don't have to think much, just let the pictures and colours flash in front of me.

However, the pull of downtime is extremely seductive. I, often than not, find myself spening more time downtime than I could really afford. So I usually end up with mad dashes here and there and worries over uncompleted errands. Sigh. Somewhere, someone is screaming 'be more disciplined girl!'. Double sigh.