my mind is full of thoughts and to-do lists and daydreams. i have a short list of useful things i could do today to be ‘productive’ and i have a long unfiltered list of things that i could do to be completely and happily unproductive.
hot shower followed by generous application of lemongrass body butter. yum. productive. right?
sitting here on the deck typing silly blog entry while drinking hot cocoa? happily unproductive.
padding about the garden in my favorite yet surprisingly girlie white tee and black yoga pants and flip flops, trimming back tomatoes and harvesting another bunch of basil? decidedly productive.
contemplating sunday matinee to go see ‘the kids are alright’ after going for a walk with a girlfriend and her little one? perfectly unproductive.
depositing my not-so-huge stash o’ cash from yesterday’s show and plotting out how to reinvest the profits for the betterment of my business? quite productive.
pulling on a hoodie on a decidedly cool august morning and closing my eyes, wishing i was doing so near the sea? absolutely unproductive, near torturous.
knowing that it’s sunday and none of this matters, as i’m off for a bike ride? delicious.
|note height of tomato bushes in comparison to top of fence.|