Three more sleeps ...
~ departure getting close, close, but not close enough - too much to do!
Musings … my thoughts, every day since March 20, 2003 … now in my 24th year, haven’t missed a day; love the ‘likes’ - thanks to those who click the heart button, I’d love to see more comments and extensions of the conversation - so, please click the cloud-shaped balloon with your comments and/or suggestions - they make this writer better and are shared with all readers who get this publication.
Three more sleeps sounds playful.
Until my list of tasks act like someone said, ‘Go forth and multiply …’
Maybe departure doesn’t mean takeoff. Maybe it begins with coffee, checkmarks, corrections, and one more thing I forgot to remember, and the list grows like Pinocchio’s nose …
Sounds of morning broke silence before I was awake enough to put one foot in front of the other.
My day/list already had its hand up.
Too many things. Too little time. Mostly small, necessary, persistent things I could have done last week, or the week before, had I been a more organized version of me ….
Three more sleeps.
Three more sleeps.
Three more sleeps.
A phrase that should be light and fun.
It is.
Mostly.
But lists develop a comic ambition. Each deletion gives rise to an addition, and each addition produces another thought/rabbithole, another note, another small demand between now and Tuesday morning.
There is progress.
Scratches, checkmarks, confirmations, corrections, and small acts of order all count, even when they don’t feel heroic. Especially then.
How many times can you read an itinerary before noticing that dates and days of the week were out of sync?
Apparently, several. Boo-hiss to Claude. Yay for ChatGPT. Everything else is check, check, check.
One traveller is ready for this trip. One is fully packed and neatly organized.
This one (me) hasn’t packed a thing.
Well, actually, I have packed the next three days.
So tightly with things to do that the suitcase will have to wait its turn.
Still, this morning gave me breakfast, coffee, eggs, toast, and conversation.
A perfect start to a day I already felt weary of before beginning.
Ready, aim, fire.
Write.
Right.
Departure doesn’t begin at takeoff; it begins when the ordinary day starts making room for the life and opportunity of what is about to happen.
You will get all that needs to be done….. done! You definitely need this holiday to decompress a little so pack that suitcase and relax. 3 more sleeps…….
Mark, i’m assuming you’re old enough to realize that things not done will wait for you. If someone take care of it then they’re done relax, pack your suitcase.
And let the world go by . Enjoy today because tomorrow is uncertain.