Well, here we are again at 2am, blogging in an empty house.
Almost empty, that is. I’ve completely cleared out the upstairs, plus everything downstairs, with the exception of the kitchen and the living room. And I need to pack up all those boxes into the van (if they fit). Oh, and then there’s the basement, the basement….
But right now, I have to stop for the night. Because here’s the thing–I want to push myself just a little bit further. I don’t think I need to do anything else tonight. Sure, there is stuff to be done tomorrow, but I have until 4pm before I need to get back on the road. So why push myself?
Because that’s what I do. It’s an ego thing, I’m sure. And it shows itself in other ways too.
I could have accepted some help from a friend earlier tonight, but I didn’t. And I could have slept at another friend’s house in an empty room, instead of on the floor of this house, but I didn’t accept that offer either.
Slugging it out until 2am all by myself isn’t really living the simpler life, is it?
And so now here I am: pushing myself just a little bit further… by writing this blog entry.
So instead of pushing myself even further, I’m going to call it a night.