The I Don't Wannas

My inner toddler is in rare form this week.  I have a huge case of the "I don't wannas." As in: I don't wanna do any work. I don't wanna go to the gym. I don't wanna walk the dog. I don't wanna get out of bed. (For full effect, imagine all that said in a tinny, whiny voice.)

I'm not sure what's causing this particular outbreak. It could be the cold weather. It could be the grey skies. It could be a let down from my 5K accomplishment. It could be the endless Christmas ads and music and television programs. It could be anything.

What I am sure of is that it is wreaking havoc with what I need to accomplish. Including this week, I have ten deadlines over fifteen business days. With that schedule, there is no time for lollygagging. (Isn't that a great word?)

I have given in a little bit. I've let myself sleep a bit longer in the mornings. I've lowered the intensity of my workouts at the gym. (I can't not go to the gym, though, because that would put me in far too much danger of never going back.) I take frequent work breaks.

But the I don't wanna monster persists. I've tried buckling down. I've tried ignoring it. I've tried telling it to go away. Its response is always the same: "I don't wanna."