Dear Future Me,
Okay, I get it. All those things I don’t want to do? You don’t want to do them either. So when I leave them for you because I’m supposedly too tired or don’t have time or apparently I’d rather lie in bed even though I’m awake? You get cranky.
For a while I thought I was “being kind to myself” by letting this and that and the other thing slide in favor of some downtime… but I’ve realized that logic only works when it’s occasional, not when it’s a pattern. It’s not like the dishes do themselves, so I’m not really getting a break. I’m just making more work for someone else. Who is me. In the future.
I’m like that coworker who always leaves part of the job for someone else to do, except my coworker is myself.
And that doesn’t really work out.
So I’m going to do better.
And then maybe you’ll stop giving me that look. The one you give me when you find a big pile of clean laundry on the bed you’re supposed to be sleeping in.
Wishing you all the best,