This weekend is the first one I have had in several weeks where I didn’t have a full schedule. I had some things to do around the house, watched a bunch of movies, did some reading, nothing too terribly stimulating. No thinking, no writing to speak of.
I threw a bunch of junk away.
I enjoyed it.
I almost always enjoy myself, even by myself.
Am I just settling for an adequate life? Am I not living life to the utmost?
I suppose a lot of people might think so.
Do I care?
Nuh Uh.
Settling? Adequate?
Comfortable?
Or content? Peaceful?
Yes, that.
And I’m enjoying it.