I wrote of list of things to do in my daybook this morning. It's been a goal of mine to spend a quiet few morning minutes thinking about what's ahead in my day. I love the feel of paper and the smell of ink. And today I wrote a whole page full of good intentions.
Somewhere between the writing and the watching of the Under the Gunn finale On Demand, I closed the book on my list. Yes, I need to be productive today. Yes, there's a whole lot that needs doing. My attention is required to keep this household of ours spinning in it's regular orbit. But.
The sun is shining in the delight and celebration of Spring's first really warm-ish Saturday.
I don't want to miss it.
I want to float here and there like some delirious just-hatched butterfly, landing on a little of this, drinking up a little of that, and soaking up a wing-full of vitamin D.
I want to spread the petals of this Saturday wide open to all the possibilities of the life I'm so often too busy to appreciate. Just now, I hear a woodpecker punctuating my decision. A neighbor runner just stopped out front to share a happy laugh and breath of fresh air. It is indeed a day for living and laughter and listening to the world waking up.
A list would limit it.
So we'll see what gets done. And who cares what doesn't get done? Really. It'll all be there for the doing tomorrow. Unless the sun comes out then too.