It's Saturday and the weather is oh, so fine. The floor is finally vacuumed and washed. I am sitting here, empty of words. I am flexing my fingers and wiggling my toes. I am trying, giving it a go.
I always go to bed full of resolve - of doing this, doing that. But in the morning, I am deflated, not feeling up to par. So then, I feel guilty. I give myself a silent talk, trying to drum up some energy.
I took Sheba out right after breakfast. We did a little fast walking/slow jogging. The sun was shining, the air fragrant with blossoms. The streets were silent, devoid of traffic and people. It was the weekend. People were away or sleeping in, I guess. I shouldn't feel bad about being laxidaisydo (my made up word for my lazy condition). I scolded myself for this obsession of wanting - wanting to do so much, but not doing it at all.
I wonder how many of us have this modern affliction/obsession of wanting and doing. Can I/we not be satisfied with being - being still, being in the moment, doing one thing at a time? I probably would be able to accomplish more goals - turning my wants to deeds instead of wishes. I bet I would be more peaceful and happy, too.
I've found a few words after all. Not great gems but they have some value. Maybe they're greater than I think.
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