Yesterday, I nursed a migraine hangover all day. It is unlike me to throw my schedule into the trash heap, ignore my To-Do list, and wing it, but when you are the boss, you can make executive decisions without prior approval. I switched off the alarm clock and laid in bed long past noon. I ignored the shocked faces when I refused to cook, tossed a delivery menu to the family, opened a bottle of wine, and puttered.
They thought I couldn’t hear their whispers. When I entered a room, bodies scattered, and I found myself blissfully alone. I might have napped in my chair as I listened to the birds sing outside my window. The house fairies were very productive. They magically completed tasks without being reminded one thousand and one times. I capped the day with a warm bubble bath and a book in bed. Perhaps I should add a monthly entry for these sorts of activities to my To-Do list.
No matter the challenges and the obstacles blocking my way, I maintain the item at the top of my list as a non-negotiable. Yesterday I wrote 239 (countable) words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer