Yesterday was a blink and you miss it affair, from coffee to late night puppy walking it careened by at a break neck pace. My theatre is teeming with guest companies this week and I’ve been pouring champagne faster than we can buy it only to teeter back to my little desk an hour later in heels that have mysteriously started to feel too high.

There have been many days over the past few weeks where I feel like I can’t claw my way to the weekend fast enough. I’m not challenged, I’m put upon, I would rather be working on personal projects for free, and there is no time for anything. I see friends at night only to collapse in a stupor after they leave, exhausted and not feeling like I added anything to their time with me. I haven’t been holding up my end of the relationship bargain with Mister, leaving most everything in his capable but equally tired hands. I go to work meet and greets with a pinned on smile, and drink my champagne a little too quickly.

I’m sad to report that even though it’s coming from an honest place I’ve been a bit of a layabout.

This Sunday I sat myself down and had a thorough once over of my mental state, and where I’ve been stuck so I could force myself out.

The new Two Point Plan reads something like this:

• Get up at 6:20 am with Mister every day, even on weekends, and walk the damn dogs. It’s not fair that he does it alone and then you make us late for work because you have a private little Mission: Put Together going on.
• Listen to Elizabeth‘s good health advice that she’s taking for herself and be a better healthier vegetarian. Stop drinking canned drinks and eating refined sugar where you can. Admit that you’re already 90% vegan.
• Accept that you’ll only ever be 90% vegan because Value Village doesn’t sell vegan shoes other than rubber boots.

The results have been immediate. I’m doing more, eating better, and am up earlier but some how I’m more rested. I have time for the things that I want to do, including lay about time on the couch. I’m enjoying work for what it is (still drinking the champagne too fast though!) and the silliness of Halloween is extremely welcome after a week of emotionally kicking my mopey self into a better place.

But I’ve been so wrapped up in talking myself out of having a quarter life crisis that the pumpkin carving at my house has been delayed. It is now going to happen on Halloween night its self! High stakes carving right here!

So while there will be pictures after the weekend, here is a preview of what we cooked up last year:

Mister is taking the day off to take our house from cute and cozy to cheezy and out of control. God save me from this seasonal decorating stuff…but if it aggrvates the neighbours after all of their fussing this week then bring on the skelatons, I’m ready!

One more thing:

On Saturday I’m saying goodbye to my friend Dan, a wildly talented street performer who writes a blog that pushes me from posting pumpking pictures to actual self reflection and sentance structure. He’s fully self supported by his show, is the most hard working person I’ve ever met, and tours 80% of the year all over the world. His writing is outlandishly luxurious to read, as are his stories about touring and the beginnings of how he’s falling for an arialist. He’s about to leave on tour until Christmas and meet up with his girl – it would be a good time to start reading.

He’s as addictive as My Super Hopeless Romance, only non-fiction & can juggle fire. He is a quality add to your reader, you can replace my feed with his even ; ) Join the show…

Have a Happy Halloween!