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My Dilemma

I have a dilemma. It's a good dilemma, but a dilemma nonetheless. I have the day off tomorrow. That's right. Zero obligations. Reni took the day off and told me to have a "Jill Day." A day where I could go anywhere I wanted and do anything I wanted. So what's the problem? The problem is, I can't think of anything I want to do!

Here's a few thoughts I had, and my reasons for rejecting each one:

Go shopping, and not for groceries (I don't really like shopping. I know, I know, I'm ashamed of myself)
Get a massage (I don't think I'm the massage-type)
Go on a 2 hour bike ride (Sounds fun, but it might be too cold; I am a cold baby)
Go on a 2 hour walk (Sounds too tiring)
Read a book (boring)
Go to a movie (alone? boring.)

My worry is that I will twiddle away the hours tomorrow and end up doing nothing. I don't want to waste this rare opportunity. Why can't I think of something I want to do? Have I become one of those women who doesn't have any joys or interests outside her family? That would be really weird and sad; I've never been one to play the martyr. I have to come up with something. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow with the perfect idea!

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