I began my day today by writing a rather lengthy e-mail to a personal friend. I hadn’t planned on starting that way, but thoughts of her kept gurgling up, so I followed my gurgling and wrote to her. Even before I got dressed.
This delayed the start of what I consider my real day. The part where I “get it all done.”
Most of my days start with a list. I like making lists, but I don’t always do them. Seldom in their entirety. But as I began mentally ticking off my chores for the day, even before I put them on paper, I felt or maybe even heard a slight gasp. I’m not sure. I don’t think I physically gasped. But, it made me pause. You can understand how it would.
I decided, not to make a list today. I think it would just be cruel. To the Gasper, to the Gaspee, and to me, whichever one I am.
I’ll just do what I do as it presents itself, and only if it presents itself calmly and politely.
Let the day begin, and may it be real, whether I get it all done or not.
Remember, no matter how hard you try, sometimes it just comes out sounding like “Cheese Doodles”.