Day One

Day One

Although it's technically 84 days since I started my journey to figure things out, it's Day One of this blog. To my future self, it's a lazy Autumn Sunday afternoon. The river is smooth and brown, the trees mottled in a similar pallet of dull straw and red. One of the kitties is curled between my legs and the kitchen is clean and bright.

I've been slowly settling into the concept of doing nothing unless I deem it necessary, which is a really weird place to be. From 1st grade to college graduation we kind of just blindly march forward toward the goal of completion. I've been completed for seven years now but don't feel any closer to understanding what it is I want to fill my productive hours with, the ones not taken up with family and sleeping.

I'm banking on the fact that I'll figure it out eventually, that one day when I'm "all straight" on the matter I'll remember my current self--with a mixture of amusement and wistfulness--and wish I could tell her to just relax and trust in life to work itself out.

So here we are, on Sunday October 23rd at 3:03pm. There is only one of these days, ever, again and again, and then again.