If my To Do list were on a long roll of parchment, I’m not sure I’d have the patience to completely un-scroll it to view it all. But I oddly enough feel grateful for such a full life. The alternative is that I would have nowhere to go, nowhere to be, (“a simple little kind of free”.. thank you John Mayer, for continuously permeating my life) and I would be dull. Like my professor who doesn’t know how to use an iron that I feel an odd sense of sympathy for. Maybe he looked at me today with my unruly hair, dirty glasses, and acne that I am so obviously trying to hide and felt pity for me. Hee hee. What a delightful thought.
In any event, I think it’s a fun challenge to try and embrace the list of quotidienne things because frankly, they are never going away. Discovery in this quest: African music provides the opportunity to dance while you are cleaning. Wonderful combination that completely erased the gray monotony I was dreading this morning. My personal favorite is Zivanai Misango if you can catch any of his tunage.
So, all I have to say really, is that life is simple today. It is bordering on routine. But everyone I love is walking around living their routines and out of the hospital, I have no tragedies occurring, no ghosts haunting me, and absolutely nothing of lasting consequence to do which means I have the freedom of creativity today of choosing how I want to make today an adventure.