Today I decided for one day to ignore the clock and my own internal tick, tick, tick tracking minutes and hours.
Today I did or didn’t do whatever I wanted.
I refused to check my list.
Instead of optimum efficiency, batching chores and trips upstairs or down, I meandered in and out of rooms. I picked up one thing and passed another. I didn’t “clean as you go” when I made my salad. I started something and didn’t finish. I stared. I hummed. I listened to wind chimes tinkle away the hours.
My big fat cat jumped in my lap and I let him stay there even though it means I can’t do anything else because my arms don’t quite reach around him.
People tell me all the time, “Don’t worry! It’ll be there tomorrow!” But that is precisely what usually worries me-it WILL be there tomorrow.
Today, though, I gulped those words, chewed them and swallowed. Gone.
And you know what?
It was fine.
Fine.
Just fine.
I doubt this will be a trend. Fifty-five years of task-oriented, time-conscious living can’t be swept away by one glorious day of living minute to minute.
But it’s a start.
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