Monday, October 12, 2009

Falling Off

Oh, my gentle readers, your dear MatchGirl is disappointed in herself this morning. She has fallen off the wagon, so to speak. A few months ago, your MatchGirl set a schedule for herself - a wake up-time, an exercise schedule, an agenda for each day - to keep her productive and on track. And, over the past few days, my lovelies, that agenda has fallen by the wayside.

Could it be the killer insomnia that kept me awake till the wee hours of this morning, that made me hit snooze not only on my alarm clock, but on my phone? Perhaps. But is that an excuse? I think not.

In these seemingly never-ending days of joblessness, it's important for one to act as though they do have a place to go in the morning. To keep one's spirits up and to be productive. Sure, you can stay up all night working on that project or resume or iming with you un(der)employed pals, but do you feel good about yourself the next day? Do you feel a sense of achievement? Probably not so much.

So, dear ones, by putting it out there - by admitting to you that I have fallen off the schedule wagon, I have take the first step. Tomorrow is a new day, a new beginning (and since today is a holiday, perhaps it shouldn't count anyway!) and a chance for me to get back on track - and keep me on it.

If you, like me, gentle readers, have let your self-imposed schedule fall to the side, perhaps it is time to get back on the wagon, as well?


  1. I can relate to your frustration very well. It feels terrible to let that schedule fall apart because that schedule is exactly what keeps you from falling apart. On the other hand, I find it important to let the sagging happen (every now and then!) when it comes over you. Or me. Because it teaches me to appreciate the immense value of that self-imposed schedule. Lack of schedule makes me long for a schedule.

    This is a very strong blog. I like it. Thanks.

  2. I have definitely spent my worst (unemployed) days without a place to go or task to do first thing in the morning, especially on Mondays. I've been saying that the I hate Mondays for the exact opposite reason why it is typically hated (the return to no work). The weekends seem so much better even though the actual importance of the weekends is dilluted without my old monday to friday job.

    Lately, I've been leaving the house almost immediately after waking up to avoid the "Start of the day doldrums" by either walking dogs at BARC in the burg or drinking my coffee in the park instead in my underwear and reading 2.5 useless hours of Internet gossip and wondering what the point of everything is.

    It's definitely key to stay busy. Some days aren't so successful but we can't give in. Be strong!!