My adolescence was filled with scheduled activities. I went to a small school: If I wanted to play a sport I was on the team…self-selection. Year-round, I went to school, went to practice, did homework, went to bed. I thrived on that schedule, at least academically. Now, as an adult, I’m still enjoying the novelty of not having daily/weekly commitments. I finish work at 5. If I want to work out I can. If i want to veg out I can. Lately I’ve been wondering if I should create for myself a more disciplined regimen, similar to my high school experience. For example: monday evenings-hooping class, tuesday evenings-a foreign film at a theater, wednesday evenings-volunteering with NY cares, thursday evenings-cooking at home, friday through sunday-weekend events.
This weekend brought to light for me the wonderful blessings of spontaneity though. The following are things I did this weekend that were done within 4 hours of notice: happy hour with my wonderful coworker on friday night, viewing “coco before chanel” with a great group of girlfriends, a lovely chat with my mother on the phone, and drinks with my cousin (in-law) in the hood at Bar Reiss. All delightful. None planned. lovely. So maybe I discipline myself one or two nights a week, and leave the rest open to chance?