It's been awhile since I posted journal pages.
But I continue to write.
It's been a life long passion.
An obsession, I suppose.
Maybe in a previous life I was a scribe or a monk.
Sitting alone in my cell penning words.
That's what I am in this life, anyway.
Now that the nest is empty I can finally think.
I used to wish the merry-go-round would stop awhile so I could figure life out.
That's what I'm doing now, I suppose.
Trying to connect the dots.
And also writing things down so I won't forget.
Recording the results of the experiments in my
Referencing recipes for future use.
Yeah. Mostly goofing off.
Right now I'm supposed to be packing for a trip to the beach.
I always like to be doing something other than what I should be doing.
I learned this week how constructive daydreaming is.
So I'm going to stop saying I'm lazy.
I'm just doing the important regenerating work of doing nothing.
So later I can do something.
I hope you're finding things to do to make your heart easy.
Whatever it is, dont call it being lazy.
That's what I learned this week.