This weekend I decided to set up a retreat for myself. My husband was going to be away today, so last night I made a schedule. I felt very motivated by the flow of it.
Since the official part of the day didn't start until 9:00, I stayed in bed this morning until 8:30. And because it was a retreat, there wasn't much in the way of getting ready: sweat pants and sweat shirt, loose clothing being perfect for such a day.
My goal was to get my short story done for Tuesday's class (the one I was having trouble starting). I gave myself forty-five minutes for breakfast, and made eggs and bacon, orange juice and coffee. I read the news part of the newspaper, saving the puzzles for lunch.
I had planned to go for a walk to get my juices flowing but it was raining. So I put on disco music and danced for twenty minutes.
Then I sat down at the computer for two hours.
At the end of the two hours I was a good way into my story. So I fixed myself some lunch. As though I were on a real retreat, I put out a placemat, used a cloth napkin and wine glass for my drink. This is a first class center! I worked the crossword puzzle, cryptoquote, and jumble and read my horoscope while I enjoyed the meal.
At any working retreat, you get some free time. I spent mine at the flea market taking pictures. I love those bins of doodads and geegaws.
After the free time, I sat back down at the computer and finished the story. I printed it out and read it out loud. I feel very good about it.
I had allotted one hour for dinner, but I ended up meeting someone at the last minute at Tripp's and we took a little longer. It was worth it though, because I had been wanting to get to know this person better, and did.
At the end of the day I planned to reward myself by watching a movie, something I rarely do, but I'm too tired (my brain is VERY tired) so I think I'll just channel flip until I fall asleep.
I could get used to this.