I was going to.

I was going to run. I was going to do yoga. I was going to vacuum, clean the other bathroom, sweep and mop. I was going to clean out the car. I was going to get everything together to make that tiktok. I was going to put clothes away and change the sheets on our beds. I was going to go for a walk. I was going to have coffee with that girl. I was going to repot and feed my plants. I was going to tell them what I want and what I would no longer settle for. I was going to finally file all the things and clear out at least one bin. I was going to organize the craft stuff and downsize my library to only books I could quote from memory. I was going to put my earbuds in and soak my bones in a hot bath. I was going to meal plan for the week. I was going to donate the basket of clothes the kids and I have outgrown or will never wear again. I was going to clean out my bedside table. I was going to hang the new artwork and rearrange the existing framed art and pictures. I was going to relocate the new litter box.

I was going to, but I didn’t.