I had a busy day yesterday. Work has been rushed and then out to meet with the new trainer and work out, then change back to work clothes and rush to meet Mr. Yes and watch a climbing movie being shown at a brewery. I forgot to eat dinner (!) and made it to the brewery in just enough time to grab a beer and settle half my butt on a chair. (It was standing room only.)

The movie, instead of being an hour long, was over two hours. A lot of it was interesting, and it was good to cuddle up with Mr. Yes, but why was I spending that much time in a busy week watching a movie about something that doesn’t fascinate me when the laundry isn’t done and I have a ton of stuff I need to do at home and online? Answer: I was being a good girlfriend. Or was I being a too good girlfriend?

I think the smarter thing for me to have done is to tell Mr. Yes that I hate rushing and am having a busy week and we’d wait to see each other until the weekend. I’m going to take Friday to go to the gym and do laundry and putter around the house, instead of going to his place. Yes, it’s lovely that he wants me to be a big part of his life and the things that he loves. It’s lovely that being with me makes him happy. It is also lovely for me to take care of myself and realize that rushing is very bad for my energy and mood and I need to be smart about my time commitments. I never want to resent him for my bad choices and the way to make sure that doesn’t happen is to be clear about when I’m not interested in joining him for activities that just aren’t my thing, instead of being flattered that he wants time with me and pushing myself too hard.