I begin today with so many grand and productive intentions…
I wrote that sentence probably fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes ago, and immediately got side-tracked by incoming texts and messages. I chatted with my sisters and a few friends, made some plans, then checked my e-mail and scoped out a few cameras on line.
My good intentions are already fraying about the edges, losing clarity, and if not exactly paving the way to hell, definitely creating a path headed toward indolence…
It’s winter break here and I’m torn between two options: laze and lounge or cram something into every available moment. I’m trying to strike the right balance, but it’s hard.
At this moment I’m sitting in the living room. To my right the rising sun is peeking in the windows. I thought about going out to take photos earlier, but it was about 8ΛF and I wasn’t that inspired. Instead, I lit the fire in the wood stove, and settled in to drink my coffee and write (and apparently text and message and shop).
So now, my feet rest on the ottoman and the cat is curled up next to them. I’m warmed by both fire and fur. Every so often the cat twitches in her dreams, nudging me. She’s working herself closer and closer to the edge, oblivious to her peril. Just now I had to reposition her so she didn’t fall off. Of course that was misinterpreted as an invitation to join me on my chair, so next I had to gently deter her from repositioning entirely onto my lap/computer. As you can see, I’ve been busy. Thankfully, we’re both settled in again now. At least for the moment.
And so flows the time.
Soon I’ll head into the kitchen and rummage around for something to eat. My thoughts turn toward the wood-fired bagels and fruit salad left over from our family brunch on Sunday.
Still, I don’t move.
It’s such a luxury to be unproductive. I have vague thoughts of making vacation plans and reservations, getting work done, exercising…
The fire crackles in the stove. The sun warms my shoulders. The cat is safely positioned in the middle of the ottoman. My coffee’s gotten cold, but I really don’t care. My stomach reminds me again about those waiting bagels. But for right now, I’ll just sit a bit longer.
This leisurely morning is simply delicious.
Nix the comfort zone 
Ahhh…. I have the same dilemma during winter break. I love this line- “Itβs such a luxury to be unproductive.” Yes. And I believe that’s the reason we have break. Hopefully you can hold this moment a bit longer when you’re back in the thick of things.
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It’s so hard to balance my simultaneous desires to do nothing and to cross everything off my “to do” list! Here’s hoping this time I’ll achieve that fine balancing act!
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I believe it sounds quite perfect. The only improvement would be someone to bring the food and a fresh coffees to you. Enjoy your leisure. π
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This one hit home. I just dropped my girls off at school and I the week off! I decided to read a few slices before doing something productive. A luxury for sure!
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I hope you’re enjoying your time off!
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Iβm currently lying in bed reading posts, writing poetry. Clearly Iβm in a βlaze and loungeβ mood, and I donβt consider it any less a necessity. Iβm thinking of the book βRest is Resistanceβ now.βItβs okay to have a do nothing day. Itβs a poem day and a perfect post day.
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It is a luxury to have time to lounge and read lots of posts and dive into whatever catches my fancy!
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I love the phrase, βIβm warmed by fire and fur.ββSomeday, Molly, every morning will be like that! Enjoy your vacation β€οΈ
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Thanks! It’s been great so far π
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I love this Molly.βIt describes my life these days.
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Thanks! I wish I knew who this was–the anonymous thing on my blog is driving me nuts! Glad you’re enjoying your days though, whoever you are π
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This one is simply perfection…and I love the “luxury to be unproductive”! Indeed. Enjoy the break and all that it brings. You seem to really be riding through the waves as they come.
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Thanks, Amy! I think the most wonderful thing about break is not rushing. At. All. Bliss!
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I love how this drops the reader into the moment of experience; one which begins with a sense of regret and longing, but which gentle turns with each noticing into something of the moment, the now, the slowing and releasing intentions because what you are doing at rest matters. Beautifully crafted message!
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Thanks, Melanie! I’m trying to embrace each fleeting, restful moment!
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