Some people I have met think that my family and I must have the most extraordinary life there is, so full of adventure, fun, challenges and thrills. I like my life. But, mostly, it isn’t any more full of first-class drama than most people’s lives. This I am going to prove by describing how my work-day has been today.
Wouldn’t you believe it! As I look out through my window by my desk, the view is similar to yesterday’s view: Rain.
I have spent a large portion of my day trying trying to cross off stuff on my to-do-list. I did not totally succeed, and I ended up working on things that I had not put on my list as well. I am committed to using scrap-paper for my list. This one is an invitation to the dentist. Deserves to become scrap.
Here is my endless inbox with 354 emails in it. I don’t think I will ever see the bottom of it.
Here is the stupid ticket that I have been trying to change for two days. Never buy discount tickets on discount websites if you are as disorganized as me!
Here you can also see my favorite tea cup and my journal that I bring with me everywhere. I write down all the ideas that pop into my head here, and I also write stuff that I must remember. My tea cup is great. I make Chai with soya milk and then make it a little less granola by eating chocolate. I did not take a picture of the chocolate. But it was dark, and only a square. OK, two squares.
Here you see the first page of the draft of my new book. I try to rewrite it all the time so that it will be so good that publishers will sense it from afar and just call me. It hasn’t happened yet, so I need to keep rewriting.
Here is my stupid, but kind and faithful dog who loves it when I work from home. He follows me around all day. If I go to the bathroom, he will wait outside. When I make tea he stands next to me. When I put wood on the fire, he comes with. It gets a little annoying at times. I like to be alone SOME time. But he means well. He thinks I like it when he never leaves me alone.
So all this is to say that my days are pretty ordinary. Some days less than ordinary. Some days plain old boring. But boring days are good for my soul. It has a calming effect. And, when it gets so boring I can stand it no more, I remind myself of who I am doing this for, and that helps me a little. Then I go and read a chapter in a book or write a blog. Life isn’t so bad.