So, I was supposed to have a date this afternoon, and had work to get done before the date, and I somehow managed to push through all of it and get it into a good place (including making major progress on my Girl Talk piece, hell yes!). And then my date had to reschedule, which is fine. But now I am like:
a) Oh, wow, now I have a few hours to just… Relax? Have some alone time? That’s awesome, but also the fact that I cannot remember the last time I just had Enjoyable Chill-Out Alone Time (as opposed to “Alone But Working On Things Time”) is definitely something I am noting. :/
b) So apparently dates are really excellent motivators for me to GET THINGS THE HELL DONE. Duly noted!