It’s been quite some time since I have enjoyed an ideal day. A day built to serve my needs/interests/life goals. Lately I have been resentful that I have had so little time to do “my thing.” And the I got to wondering….
Do I even know what “my thing” is anymore?
If I woke up tomorrow and didn’t have to do anything for anyone else; what would I want my day to look like?
I would like to start by sleeping in. It doesn’t seem like I ever have time for sleeping anymore.
When I wake I would head to the gym per usual. I would run, I would do yoga, I would spend time walking so that I could catch up on my reading.
After the gym there would be breakfast prep and a shower.
I would curl up on the couch, drink my coffee and leaf through a magazine.
I would take the boy dog on a walk through town and recall how thankful I am to call this lil place home.
There would be lunch to consume.
I would write. I would write about whatever came to mind. I would write for others. I would work on projects that bring me passion.
I would nap. Because can you ever think of a bad day that included a nap? I can’t.
I would relax. I would be free of stress, anxiety, a calendar. I would just do when the doing needed done.
I would make a dinner for me and the boy to enjoy. The kind that is generally reserved for the weekends but is craved during the week.
I would be me.