Choice or Chore?


As you may or may not have noticed, this version of The Weekly Vibe is a few hours behind schedule. 

There’s a reason for that, or rather some logic behind it, so I’m actually scrapping what I had originally planned to write and am opting to share that context.

Long story short, I typically write The Weekly Vibe on Sundays so that it can be sent bright and early on Monday mornings. Quite honestly, I’ve been trying for months to actually get it off my plate for Sundays (there’s a book somewhere that claims that’s supposed to be a day of rest, right?), but I just can’t seem to get out of my own way lately.

So, yesterday, after working through the morning and tackling general housekeeping chores, Carl and I headed out for a family dinner. I didn’t get to writing The Weekly Vibe. And as we drove home later in the evening, I found myself dreading that I had to.

Kind of like resenting it, if we’re being honest.

I didn’t want to get in front of the computer (technology is beginning to feel increasingly toxic to me). My brain also wasn’t in a place to be creative. What I really wanted to do was take a hot bath and climb into bed at a decent time.

So that’s what I did.

Because here’s the thing: It struck me as I was driving home feeling “pressure” to draft The Weekly Vibe that something I typically enjoy doing shouldn’t feel like a chore. And the fact that it was signified an imbalance of my energy and time.

I’m sure most of you can relate: Whether it be a workout, cooking a homemade meal or learning a new skill, we’ve all had things shift from passion to passivity; from something that pours us fill to something that takes away.

But this is a red flag, my friends. So don’t ignore it. Because the issue isn’t likely with the activity at hand but rather the breakneck speed at which you’re living your life.

In other words, something – and not you – has got to give.

So I thank you all, as always, for letting me learn alongside you. For the record, the bath was blissful and the early bedtime allowed me to hit the ground running on this March Monday morning.

I’ll send along what I originally planned to write next week. Perhaps on Monday morning. Or on Monday evening. Or whenever allows me to create it from the best possible space.

But never again at a time when it feels forced.

With gratitude,