Imagination Time Pays Off

Just Muddling Through. . .

I rolled out of bed late this morning; walked straight into the day without spending time imagining my day and recording it in the Bullet Journal. It felt as if I were drifting around the compass aimlessly. There is such a heap of stuff that I think I have to accomplish, that I just pick stuff up, put it down and wander on to the next thing.

I experience satisfaction when I begin the day imagining myself accomplishing things with ease while having fun along the way. Today, my thoughts tell me that my general approach is too dour: lighten up, have some fun, get happy.

A Kick to My Back Side

Turns out the Joke is on Me

Yesterday I posted a frivolous scribble. Nothing much was on my mind, yet I needed to publish something in order to make check a box on the “to do” list. This morning, I woke up with an AHA. That sardonic, sarcastic, and cynical stance lurking in the background stands in the way of the enthusiasm, and exuberance with which I desire to live out my elderhood or stage three of this particular go-around on planet Earth.

Could the joke be on me? Was I posting a message to myself?