I often have nice Saturdays full of laughs, wine, lazing around and absolute avoidance of the things that should be done. 

Usually my fun filled Saturday leads to a guilty Sunday full of regret of what I should have accomplished on Saturday which ultimately turns into not much happening on Sunday. 

Today as I felt that downward spiral coming into familiar effect I started to question myself on the validity of this feeling — why do I feel this way? What the purpose? How does this actually feeling help? 

This morning (or afternoon since I overslept) I decided fuck it, I don’t deserve to feel this way, I did good things that I needed to do yesterday, laughing, feeling positive, seeing friends, spending time doing things I enjoy….guilt has no place here!

Now I’m off to the laundromat to do some of the other things that needs to be done!