Routine vs. Spontaneity

I have another day at home, not called in to work. Do I spend it doing the things I would like to do? No, of course not. I spent the last six hours doing housework and other little chores. How is it that it does not pile up, but rather, household chores are always sort of humming around under the surface. You can clean all you want today, but come next week, it will need to be done again. I tell myself that it is good to have a clean house - good for the health of the people who live here. But yet, is it good for my health to not make time to do the things that I enjoy? Does my life really have to revolve between work and housework and taking care of others needs? How do I keep myself from getting lost in it all? It doesn't feel like my spirit is evolving and growing when I clean the shower tiles. My dream would be to not have a schedule in my life at all - to be able to do whatever I like, whenever I feel like doing it, without it harming or hurting anyone. One day...

I love my shirt

I have a favorite shirt. It is over fifteen years old now. Plaid, collarless flannel in blues and whites. From a store that has since closed its doors forever. A men's shirt. So soft and so very comfortable. Probably one of the only patterned shirts I own. I don't wear it as often as I'd like because I prefer it ironed first and am really too lazy to iron often. But I'm wearing it today on this cold, grey day and it makes me feel happy. I ironed it fresh this morning and hummed Donovan's "I Love My Shirt" while doing so.

Something in the Air

Can you tell I've been busy the last three months? No updates here!

And what is up with the Twitter gadget? Those are not my comments.

So it's a new year and new things are a-brewing. I'm going to ride the energy current and see where the Universe is taking me. If I land somewhere fruitful, I will share the news. I hope you all have a wonderful, brand-spanking new year!