I deliberately finished my home health paperwork last night, even drove it over and dropped it in the mail box, so that today would feel like an honest to goodness day off. I am somewhat astounded by the profound freedom found in such a banal event. Until today, I had not even thought of taking the time to write. I continue to fill my days beyond capacity and it continues to wear on me. The money is rolling in, but time has become a fleeting afterthought, which will blossom into irreconcilable regret eventually I’m sure.
I have a few plans of ponderance and reflection for this evening that I hope will cultivate a little perspective. Reading the rest of my 2016 journal is, comically and sadly, on that list.
It is my good intention to make another entry this evening after said pondering and reflecting have been completed. My focus for today is to simply be happy.
