Today, I took two trips to carry my groceries into my apartment.

Because I can’t always be Wonder Woman.

Although it would be pretty awesome.

Living on the third floor of my apartment building, I make a point to never take more than one trip to get all my grocery bags from point A to point B. It’s almost like a challenge.

But today, I did. I’ve had larger loads of groceries and made it in one trip before. Today, it just seemed to dawn on me: What’s the point of overloading myself?

Not my actual trunk, but about the same situation I was looking at.

That’s something I’ve had a problem with for years — I like my metaphorical plate overflowing, and oftentimes, my eyes are bigger than my stomach.

Coming off an awesomely lazy holiday weekend, I felt completely overwhelmed today. I rarely am absolutely slovenly lazy, where I accomplish nothing of value — As you can see, I didn’t even blog. (Although I was helping my boyfriend unpack into the new house he just moved in to. I suppose that’s a little productive.) This weekend, my ratio of showers to Long Island Iced Teas strongly tilted in favor of the Long Islands, between helping unpack and floating down a river in an inner tube. And that was okay.

Again, not the actual image, but close to the same situation. Cooler and all. Minus the cliffs and stuff.

But now, it’s back to reality, and I nearly had a spazz attack when I realized how much crap I need to catch up on. Until I realized that I don’t have to be turbo crazy multitasker. I can take two trips to get my groceries up three flights of stairs in an un-air conditioned apartment building with no elevator. And maybe I need to more often.

I know I’m not the only person who crams all their groceries into one excruciating trip, both literally and metaphorically. It’s a small step, but it’s a start.

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2 thoughts on “Today, I took two trips to carry my groceries into my apartment.

  1. Seriously, what’s the rush?! I keep forgetting, too, as I hurl down the streets of NYC, trying to get from A to B; knocking people down, stepping on small children and little dogs. It’s like a virus you pick up on the subway pole.

    Instead, let’s “be the tortoise”…

    Wonder Woman. Hah.

    • Hahaha “stepping on small children and little dogs” – I got a kick out of that. You’re right though, it’s so hard to remember to relax sometimes (which is a ridiculous concept in itself)! Glad you’re on the same page! Thanks for reading!

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