Lazy Day

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Today I am grateful for lazy days. I just couldn’t kick it into gear today. I had a miserable night last night, where I never felt settled in to sleep and just couldn’t find my spot so I’m tired. At first I felt guilty about it and then I settled into it and realized that this is what retirement really is. Relaxing.

I meant to finish the Sunday paper. But I didn’t. I should have washed down the kitchen counters. But I didn’t. I could have cleaned my bathroom floor. But no, I didn’t. I went to the Y to teach kids to swim and could have stayed after that for a deep water aerobics class. But I didn’t. When I got home I looked at my front door, which I had bought the black paint for a year ago and should have painted it today. But I didn’t.

I didn’t do one single thing today except nap, talk to my mom on the phone, look at one of John’s magic tricks that needs fixing, lunch, nap, talk to my sister, then write about what a lazy day it was. I didn’t do a thing. Goal met!

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