standing here in my breakfast room (on those very rare mornings when consciousness precedes sunrise) with a hot cup of tea in a cozy polar fleece cocoon watching the orange-blue-crimson streaks of the sun paint the underside of the clouds before the grey reigns supreme.
It seems to me that some people regard a new day as a responsibility of sorts.
Some consider new days as merely inevitable.
I want to be one of those people who think of each day as an opportunity.
Time is a finite resource, you know, and whether I choose to spend mine curled up on the couch watching movies, chatting online with friends, teaching my kids, wandering a museum, playing with a friend, motorcycle riding, or snuggled in bed, I want to make thoses choices deliberately,
not based on some external evaluation of appropriate time allotment, but choices that reflect my values, desires, and priorities.
The important part there? The deliberation.
Today I choose to blog, to play with my kids and husband, to visit with my auntie, and to go over to some friends' house for dinner where we will eat comfort food and play board games.
Today, as on many other days, I will dawdle deliberately; I will allow myself to be distracted when the laundry needs switched, I will read when I have calls to return, I will check blogs, email accounts, and Facebook when I could be vacuuming or dusting. I will do all these things and I will not refer to them as wasting time because they are the activities I CHOOSE.
I may not fill every minute with 60 seconds distance run but I will fill it with 60 seconds of something I deem worthy, even if it is staring over the treetops as flaming streaks dissolve to grey.