Our oven had been broken for about a month. Never thinking of myself as someone who likes to cook, I thought I would WELCOME the idea of ordering take-out in lieu of cooking dinner every night.
Oh no! QUITE the opposite. I would sit on the couch, starring at my phone for the first hour after getting home from work and feel completely restless. Not ready to delve into my painting the moment I walk through the door, but not being a person that can zone out in front of the TV – I was so antsy.
Thank the lord, our oven was back in working condition as of Sunday and my dark, dreary hour-after-work-funk has quickly dissipated. Last night, I made lemon chicken (!!!), sauteed baby broccoli (!!!!!), and banana muffins (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Sure, the mountains of laundry didn’t get done, and I didn’t start painting until 10 PM but sometimes procrastination is just good for your brain… and your soul.