It’s been lovely to vegetate the last couple of days – as one reader commented, it would have been even lovelier had I been able to give myself permission to do so! However, my Monday morning has been super-productive. I’ve completed editing an anthology of short stories and sent it to the publishers (not for your eyes, dear reader; the work of my alter ego), done some study, stocked the fridge for this week, spruced up the house, prepared dinner early so it can be slow-cooked while I’m at the therapist’s office, and sent off mail, including some hand-written letters. Yay!
Wouldn’t life be easy if we were always in control of our timing? If there were no external forces saying “YOU MUST DO THIS NOW!” but instead we could simply do those things which are necessary, when we feel so motivated? I suppose some things may never get done. (If so, did they really need doing?) I suppose some people may never do anything, if their locus of motivation is extrinsic – outside themselves – rather than intrinsic.
I love it when three things align themselves: the need for a task to be done; the opportunity and means to complete it; and a heartfelt desire to see the task finished. Then the work hardly seems like work at all, I become fully immersed in the task, and emerge however long later to find it completed, and beautifully.
Living in a society means we must make concessions to other people’s timetables and agendas. I guess it’s part of the give-and-take of co-existing with other humans *sigh*. It’s difficult when your capacity to do things seems to rely on your mood … especially if you suffer from a mood disorder!
Still, in this moment, I feel happy and content and very, very satisfied with my day so far.
May there be many more like it … in the fullness of time.