Earlier today, I was ready to give up on most of my goals for the day. Instead of writing or working out after work, I crawled in bed for a short nap and kicked myself for not starting earlier. I had a bad feeling I was going to waste the rest of the day.
But a short nap later, I realized a quick work-out was possible. And then that work out re-energized me, and I decided I could squeeze in a short visit to see a loved one in an assisted living facility. Ran back home and convinced my husband to join me at a hastily scheduled protest in downtown, which turned out to be conveniently short so we arrived in plenty of time for my daughter’s evening orchestra concert.
As the music filled the air, I felt a delight at what happens when I actually spend time on things that matter.
Though the nap helped, too.
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