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Time enough for everything....even being lazy

I had high hopes for doing ALL THE THINGS this weekend. And it started out that way- I completed a pet portrait and got to the gym and...then everything kinda stopped. 😆
Sometimes this really bugs me because Im a high functioning PRODUCER and feel like something can and should be accomplished every day. But in actuality it is totally OK with the Universe if you just enjoy the art of nothing. In fact it's really probably healthy to just turn that button OFF and be a little potato for a day or two. So I did. There was napping and going to bed early and catching up on sleep and some television that I fell in and out of awareness of. Not even on opium- guess I just needed some ZZZZ's. My sleep at night gives me about 4-5 hours then Im usually up and active and might catch a nap or not. So I guess this weekend was me just catching up.
But now it's Monday and I'm doing all the things I didn't do before the sun is even up- like handling up on two months worth of accumulated recycling...and dishes....DONE! Next will be cleaning off the computer- bumping stuff to hard drive so I can PLAYLIST OUT today and probably cleaning off my phone files too. Clear spaces! Sage all the things!
Hitting the gym for light cardio and taking it easy on the back today and doing some Painting and Designing. So full day today and glad I caught up on rest cause theres lots to do.
Monday here we go! 

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