I’ve been on the elliptical machine for 48 minutes now just thinking. I’m trying to come up with something to write about, but I got nothin’. Nothing solid anyway. Most of it is wandering thoughts about decorating and packing and work and moving and school. Lots of daydreams and nothing very specific worth writing about.
Some days are like that. You know. I feel pretty good about what I accomplished this past weekend but am not inclined to dwell on that. I’m all about the future and what’s next. What’s today or this week or this month. At the moment, and because I’m not yet entangled in work today, it’s heavy with thoughts about the kids and Jim and preparing to make big changes.
I said last week that I’ve been conditioned for change. I might even thrive on it. Perhaps that’s why it doesn’t bother me that my house is a disaster right now. That’s not worth hashing about right now either. Perhaps today will be a day for daydreams and nothing else. I’m OK with that.
Shrugging at Life,