I slept in today, getting out of bed some time well past 10:00am. I took my time making breakfast, and eating it. All manner of urgency has left my life. Time has no meaning currently.
That's not to say that it doesn't inexorably march onwards, heedless of whether we mark its passing or not. I still have things on my to-do list. I am trying, albeit it with varied success depending on the day, to continue my life as if things will eventually get better. I'm trying to write in the hopes that my practice and patience will one day pay off, and my writing will support me. I'm trying to practice the guitar, in the hopes that I'll one day be able to just play a song and sing whenever I feel like. I am still taking oil painting lessons, though I'm waiting for better, warmer weather so I can paint outside. I may have bought the less noxious of the available paint thinners, but it still requires more ventilation than our current weather permits. I'm still learning French on Duolingo, hoping that I'll be able to better communicate with my dad's family.
I'm still trying to create of myself a better, more well-rounded person, trying to find the things that fill me with joy and pursue them, still trying to improve. Even while it feels entirely meaningless, or strange, or even if I'm unbearable stressed about the future.
Monday is a meaningless day currently, but I'm here, at my computer - late, but at it - to try and wrangle some meaning from today.
Maybe I'll get it all done; my French lesson, my guitar practice, a workout, my own writing, and editing for a friend.
We'll see.
For now, though, it's enough to try.
30 Day Song Challenge - Day 11
Right, I have to go.
Ciao!