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| women picking cotton |
Yesterday my sis came in to go to
my parents at our village. She dropped here to pic my kids with her to spend
there weekends with their nanu’s that’s why I am alone here. So, I’ve been a
little self-indulgent today. I turned off my alarm and slept in. After finally
waking up and eating “breakfast”, I lounged in bed checking my social networks
and listening to some of my favorite music. I continuously overruled the
nagging voice in my brain, reading off my long to-do list for my days off.
My original plan was to spend my
Monday getting all my chores and errands done, and have Tuesday as a real day
off for fun and relaxation. (I probably would have found more chores.) Instead,
I let my procrastinate nature kick in and rule the day.
All day long I’ve been fighting
off the guilt that I know I’ll be kicking myself with tomorrow. I could feel
guilty for being “irresponsible” and lazy. I could get mad at myself for only
washing half of the dishes and leaving the rest for later. I could grumble at
myself for not setting foot outside today. Or I could look on the bright side.
Today I avoided the sweltering heat of the semi-arid area here. Today I gave my
over-worked cycling muscles a much needed break. Today I didn’t wear makeup and
gave my skin a breather. Today I tenderized my left-hand fingertips with sitar
strings and exercised my vocal chords enough to likely annoy the neighbors
(luckily my roommate was at work). So my list for tomorrow has grown, and I
could get up and knock a couple small items off tonight. I am not going to
college since last week , I am doing my project of preparing a pattern for
cotton picking bag for farmwoman, to
reduce their drudgery.
Or I could lay back and finish
this sweater I’m knitting.
“I
restore myself when I’m alone.” – Marilyn Monroe
“So it goes.” — Kurt_Vonnegut
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