I feel fired up and energized this morning. One perpetual-motion-kind-of-day begets another. It's a shame I have to waste this energy by going to work.
Sigh.
I have hermit like characteristics that would not serve me well, if I didn't have to push myself out of my comfort zones on a regular basis. The pandemic encouraged my favored lifestyle and I savored the moments when life expected less of me.
When I dreamed of creating a life in my new home, I had visions of semi-retirement dancing through my head. I would do a little bookkeeping for a side income, live off my pension income, live a quiet little life and I would start to create something out of the letters Mom & I wrote to each other over the course of 30 years.
I would sit on the deck with my coffee and a book. I would watch the sky, the birds, nature and simply listen to the sounds around me.
I would putter around the yard in the summer, read and write in the winter. I would go where the wind blew ...
Oh, it was a good dream. Peaceful. Content.
Then the wind blew in and directed me towards two casual job positions which have quite likely saved me from myself.
I need routine. People and social contact is very good for me. Oh, and the income comes in pretty handy.
Weekends go far too quickly. I tend to fritter one day away and if I'm lucky, the second day off is more productive. That is not always the case.
Every single time I have a perpetual motion kind of day - a day where one thing leads to the next, the next and the next it feels so good I wonder why I don't make the best use of my days more often.
I wrote those words and realized even my unproductive days are a result of perpetual motion. It is simply motion that doesn't produce results.
Yesterday was a good day. It started with not having the ingredients nor feeling in the right kind of mood to do a little meal-prep for the upcoming week. It ended with this:
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