Saturday

Saturday. Listen to that word. It just sounds like a day filled with potential, doesn't it? It's got more syllables than any other day [unless you sound out Wednesday], which has got to mean something important. It's the day before your weekend is basically over, but the day after you're too tired from the week to really start your weekend. 

I'm pretty sure the proportion of hours I've wasted v. hours worth of plans I've made are insanely higher for Saturday than any other day. I go nuts with all the potential this day has, and then always seem to assume that potential lies ahead of me the further along in the day I stroll. I'll feel like I have all day to take that walk in the park I've been wanting to make time for, so I'll take literally all day to walk in the park. 
...which pushes back the three clothing items I wanted to return to Nordstrom Rack,
...which leaves me with nothing to wear for my afternoon plans to catch a movie with a college friend, 
...which means I stay in sweat pants and change my mind a thousand times about whether or not I want to go out for a friend's birthday,
...which puts me in a "i can't make any decisions right now; I'll just catch up on some funny tv shoes" mood,
...which lasts 10X as long as the plans it replaced for the plans it replaced for the plans it replaced were supposed to take,
...which stresses me out so much that I start making a list of things I need to get done, and I promise myself I'll just go to sleep early tonight so I can get them all done tomorrow,
...which takes so long that I decide I'll get cruddy sleep anyway, so I might as well just make an appearance at this friend's birthday dinner,
...which has now turned into birthday after-party, because I was so late to the dinner,
...which is so much fun that I stay out dancing 'til every bar on this side of the river is closed,
...which helps me justify a trip to the East Side,
...which costs $5, and only makes sense to spend if I'm going to get serious bang for my buck,
...which translates to me thinking it's most economical for me to stay at Pop's 'til the sun comes up,
...which.is.awesome. but not a sustainable lifestyle for the girl who wanted to be productive,
...which I realize is a lost cause, so makes it easier for me to agree to "breakfast" at noon with the friends I was out with the night before,
...which never makes my stomach feel better, but always reminds me that I didn't finish the season of the funny tv show I started last night when I was supposed to be making decisions,
...which seems like a natural segue into an afternoon of relaxation as long as I promise myself that I'll check 5 things off my list after a short nap,
...which turns into a full night's sleep PLUS a few more hours,
...which keeps me from arriving to work on time,
...which means I can't use my lunch break to get anything from my TO DO list done,
...which.... well, this cycle really just never breaks.

Until this Saturday. THIS Saturday, I'm ... well, I'm writing a blog post. I will get better at this. This time next year, I dare ya, come back to this page, and you'll see that if Google hasn't changed its name to something Jetsen's-related, I'll still have this blog, and I'll have a bucket list-o-completed items for all to be inspired by. You're welcome, future reader. You're welcome.