A Sunday in the Life
The moment your wake-up-workout-and-be-productive alarm goes off on Monday, the first thing you do is not eat a live frog and instantly lose all hope of being productive. But the second thing you do is even worse, you day dream about how you’ll have very little fun and work on your pet projects on the weekend. You tell yourself that this weekend will be the first day of the rest of your life. You will magically become the master of being productive unlike your entire life before that weekend and these are the last 5 days of your life being fruitless. You promise yourself you’ll do more in the next month that you have in your life. And because these 5 days will mark an end to you being a failure, you know exactly how you want to spend these 5 days, by doing almost nothing at all so that you have all the mental energy to be the best version of yourself for whats next for you.
It’s Sunday morning and the only task checked on your to-do list is
[✓] Don’t add sugar to your coffee.
You forgot you were going to change your life and went partying with your friends on Friday night. Saturday was spent whining about getting old (which the hangover made sure you learnt) and profusely promising yourself that you are going to say no to Jäger bombs at 3 am, on the morning of the day your life changes forever. You are now coming to terms with the fact that you may never become who you want to, and are considering taking up that farm job your mother always told you about, the one you would end up doing if you don’t amount to anything in life. But, you also know, you’re not fit for a farm job. The only thing you’re fit for is mixing McDonalds fries and Piri Piri mix in a shake shake bag. But you can’t do that for a living… or can you? That’d be a cool job. A guy who shakes the shake shake bag. Mr. Shake Shake Man. It may sound amazing in theory but it might end up killing your family honour and in turn your family.
You make another plan, just for that day. You’ll work out and take a shower. That’s it. One day at a time. Baby steps. Just two simple tasks on the to-do list.
It’s 4 pm on the same Sunday and you have a better plan. Fuck the workout. Fuck the shower. You’ll rant about not changing your life in a blog and change your life next Saturday. 5 last days of your life being fruitless

