Imagine this. You wake up on this, the first morning of daylight savings time, and take stock of things. The sun’s shining, the weather verges on warmish, and there are no crises (real or imagined) demanding attention. For the first time in a very long time, you have the luxury of following your heart. For one whole, long day. What’s the plan?
As for me, I tottered off to the kitchen, made coffee, sat down at the table and watched it steam, taking my sweet time to consider the options on this quiet, lazy Sunday. I daydreamed and tried on different adventures, in no hurry whatsoever and why should I be? The entire day was before me, just waiting to be lived. So I sipped my coffee in peace and contentment, then my eyes fell on the bulletin boards.
Egads, I thought, I’m tired of looking at them. They never change. They’re supposed to change, but they don’t. They’re outdated and dusty and sun-faded and tiresome. I hate them, suddenly and irrationally.
In a wild burst of energy, I jump from the chair and pull down every notice, every post-it, every picture, greeting card, memento, doodad, and thingamabob. Reason and inertia quickly return, of course, but by then I’m surrounded by disorder and naked bulletin boards and …
there goes a lovely day of tempting possibilities. No movie. No nap. No getting lost in a book. No stroll in the sunshine. Instead, I’ll pay the heavy price of being an impulsive doofus and fix what I’ve broken.
Please, tune in again next week, for another hilarious episode of Oh, Crap, What’ve I Done Now?
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