The hardest days to start are the ones I have off. I used to look forward to those days when I worked full time. No long commute, no brain drain, just stay home – yeah! I have lots of things I love to do, maybe too many, but that still doesn’t make a difference when I first get up and think about how many hours I need to fill. I’ve always managed to fill up my day with things I need to get done and with my hobbies, but each day off starts with the same question; do I have enough to do to fill up today? The toaster startled me this morning as I stared out my kitchen window, surrounded by silence, and thought ready, set, go. Pay some bills, get a few groceries, make a grain salad, and then? It’s not really about having too much time to do what I want. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t want as much time off from work and responsibility as they can get, including me. It’s about having too much time alone to do what I want. Add the word alone after the word time and it changes everything.
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