"What are my plans for today, Garrett?" I ask my 19 year-old, blonde, toned, and highly attractive man-servant/secretary. "Well. 6:30 to 7:30 you are having breakfast with Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter before the sun comes up." "They do hate that sunlight," I think aloud. "8:00 to 10:00, yoga and MMA training" "Naturally" "10:30 to 11:45, meeting with Quentin Tarantino to discuss new film. I believe he's turning the Grand Theft Auto games into movies. You'll be playing some sort of ladies man...good luck with that." Garrett says with a bit too much of a hint of sarcasm. "12:00 to 1:30ish, lunch with Kate Winslet, but you know how much she adores you so it will probably last til 3." "I do adore Kate..." I say with a loving sigh "3:00 to 3:15, dentist appointment" "cancel it. I'll just buy new teeth if mine get too bad." "Ooookay, cancel that. 5:30 to 8:45, you have that party at Justin Timberlake's home, Make sure to wear your suit and tie...aaaand that leaves the rest of the night open to do whatever you'd like with me..." BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP. "UGH!" I growl at my alarm clock and practically throw it across the room to show my hatred. I ooze my way to the bathroom, pray I'm making it in the middle and not all over the sides, ooze back to my room and remember: oh wait..I don't have to work today. Now it's 8:00 and I have nothing to do all day. Once I'm up, I'm up. It sucks, but that's what happens to me. Unlike Guy who has his entire day planned out for him by a mouth-watering secretary, I have an entire day of scrolling down Pinterest, stalking people on Facebook, and searching You-tube for videos of Jennifer Lawrence. (seriously, this girl is hilarious.) A few days prior to this, I decided I was going to be more proactive in my search to find meaningful and/or entertaining things to do with my day that don't require me to be glued to a computer, eye-bags turning a deep shade of purple and a string of drool down to my keyboard like some 21st century Izombie. Day one:gardening. I got on my dirtiest pair of khaki pants and my least favorite of my sweater-vests and put my ipod to my "indie" playlist and went outside to begin work. I went out to the shed to find some hoes (haha, I'll let you visualize the other meaning of that sentence for a second...ok, you back? moving on.) and some shovels or something, and found a cute, little box with a bunch of...pipes or something in it. So I emptied out all of the plastic-pipe looking things and put together my own "gardening box." I gathered up some seeds, potting soil, gloves and a small shovel (apparently these are called spades...you know...like on the playing cards) Then I headed out to the sad little piece of dirt and rocks that would be called my new garden. The place I picked actually wasn't too bad. I had to remove some rocks, weeds, and grass to get to the dirt, but managed to finally get some earth for my garden. "let's see...radishes. Radishes sound great." So, I opened the little packet of radish seeds and realized that they are really small! Amazing that a radish can come from something so small...(then I thought of how small babies are and how small kittens are and how cute it would be if I got a kitten and it had white paws, but a black body and I could name it mittens. AWW! Sorry...gardening, right.) Not knowing how to plant seeds, I just dug a hole and put like 5 seeds in the hole. Then I read the back of the packet: "best time to plant is after the last frost; beginning of April or May." I guess I'll be back out in a month to start gardening. Day Two: Running.I thought it might be kinda sexy to do some running. I mean, you see those guys in the commercials running shirtless on the beach and they are super hot, right? so I put on my new Adias shoes (okay...thrift store shoes, but they're new to me!) and put on some jean shorts and my tightest fitting T-shirt, put my ipod to my "dance, dance" playlist and started my run. Cut to me ten minutes later heaving back into my house, drool and spit hanging from my mouth, feet swelling to the size of large cantaloupes, Buddha belly hanging out of my WAY too small to be sexy t-shirt, heaving like an asthmatic 82 year old who started smoking 4 packs a day since he was 12, and smelling of sweat and tears and shame. I crawled my way to the bathroom and as I began to heave violently, I thought about my 10 minute run from hell. "maybe I shouldn't have eaten that McDonalds big breakfast with the side of pancakes and two glasses of orange juice." Such has also been my experience with other things that I'm trying to find to do. Read a book: fell asleep, Go shopping: broke, build a snowman: no snow, sing: terrible voice, take a nap: see 'read a book' I wish I had a life that was scheduled from moment to moment. But then I might miss out on the little things that come up. My sister invited me to go get some breakfast. My uncle and I had a talk about spiritual defenses. My dad and I went and got girl scout cookies. All of these were unplanned opportunities to strengthen my relationships around me. Relationships that are more important than some blonde haired, blue eyed secretary and a morbid breakfast with the Burton-Bonham-Carters. These unexpected moments in life are what make a life one worth living. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that we shouldn't schedule too much into our lives that miss out on the opportunities to really live.