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Writer's picturePaula F. Hill

My Idle Day


A yawning day opens with the usual Gratitude List, while I'm still under the covers. I plant my feet on the floor with a Blank Slate.

Such a considerably unusual event - a non-event. A Saturday with no regard for timetables.

  • No packed schedule.

  • No jammed To Do's.

  • No slit-my-wrists traffic violations while careening from one project to the next.

Now what?

What am I supposed to do with these sixteen vertical hours?

There's nowhere to be.

Nothing to do.

Except for the laundry list of things I've put off for my business.

Now there's a thought.

Nah, decide to wash the car, then wax it.

Walk the dogs in a new neighborhood.

Head to the Farmers Market.

Then a few yard sales to browse prices.

Futz around the yard, collecting dog doo.

Clean the house.

Toss in a load or three of laundry.

Move furniture around to create a stronger energy for PROSPERITY.

Brush the lint off my jackets.

Only then do I feel motivated to pick up my Content Folder and take a peek at my work for the week.

Sigh.

Six and a half more hours to go before bedtime!

No people clammering for my attention. Nothing noteworthy to do.

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