He's right, y'know. Yet I find myself spending this lazy, dreary Sunday with the intention of doing a whole lot of nothing. Here's my home base for the day:
As soon as I woke up around 6 this morning, I fed the dogs (i.e. the very reason I was out of bed so early), made a mug of tea, and planted myself on the sofa with my pillow and comforter that had managed to cling with me when I got out of bed.
I haven't been completely unproductive, though. Besides managing to feed the dogs and my daughter (woohoo!), I took down the tree, stored ornaments for next year, and stocked up on groceries for the week, all before noon. So I rewarded myself (while seemingly if unintentionally punishing my husband) by changing into something more comfortable.
Favorite work t-shirt? Check! Years-old sweats with paw prints on the butt (Go PSU!)? Check! Ooh, and don't forget the falling-apart slippers!
I've even managed to convince my always-on-the-go girl to lounge with me,even if she has a real reason for it since there's a cold brewing in her. (As for the umbrella? No real reason; she got it from Santa and loves it, so...we relax with an umbrella in hand!)
I agree that "I'm bored" is a useless thing to say, and I also agree that the world and our own minds are endlessly vast. So why am I reveling in my sloth-like existence today? Well, it's because my mind is endless, and I'm not bored.
See, no matter the day or time, there's no busier place than in my own head. My to-do lists and obligations and concerns and intentions are never-ending, much like every other person ever. So when I sat down today and realized that I felt unhurried, I clung to it. It's an unusual and unfamiliar feeling. It might last only an hour or a day or a week, but right now, the lack of chaos in my head is as amazing as anything else I hope to experience.
Sweet (day) dreams, friends. ☺️
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