What I want my days in pandemic-era self-imposed Mexican exile (Mexile?) to look like
Wake before the sunrise, feeling refreshed and optimistic
Watch sunrise with a proper cappuccino
Have a light snack of fruit and nuts then engage in rigorous interval training, weight lifting, and yoga while sipping cucumber water
Shower and have a fresh fruit smoothie
Language lessons and personal admin tasks
Make a late lunch of fresh veggies and beans (for protein of course)
Creative time and self fulfillment – photo editing and curation, blog writing, etc
Watch sunset with a nice glass of wine
Make dinner and discuss hopes and dreams
Enlightened evening entertainment of documentaries and future trip planning
Sip a nice cup of soothing Chamomile tea then off to bed for restful sleep
What my days in pandemic-era self-imposed Mexile actually look like
Wake after the sun rises but stay in bed for at least another 20 minutes, contemplating not getting up at all
Force myself up to make coffee while engaging in some light Twitter doom-scrolling
Check stock futures, for really no reason
Kill the ants that have reappeared in the kitchen of our Airbnb overnight
Have a spoonful of peanut butter and half a bagel left over from the day before, maybe go for a walk, do some light stretching and a crunch or two while analyzing the daily aches and pains, catch my reflection in the mirror, think I look okay, and decide to quit while gently squeezing a lime into my first beer
Shower and smoothie into which I contemplate adding white wine rather than yogurt and water
Fewer language lessons than needed and easily postponing any admin work for a trip to Walmart for some limes and a block of any kind of cheese (and play on the toy motorcycle for fun)
Late lunch and other beer
Fall into depression and self loathing for my lack of creativity, dedication, and drive while engaging in a couple more hours of Twitter doom-scrolling.
Check the markets at close, for really no reason
Open a bottle of wine for dinner and drinking
Slump on the couch to binge on South Park re-runs, anything chocolate I can find, and more wine
Kill the bottle and go to bed, tossing and turning and wondering what it all means
