It’s sunnier and warmer today, which is a decent combination. I’m not in the mood for writing or my to do list or much of anything, really, this morning.
I wonder what a bird, for example, does when it’s not in the mood for hunting worms. Or a deer just doesn’t want another day in the woods, with leaves, leaves, leaves. Or a raccoon is feeling garbage ennui.
Surely it happens?
But then again, maybe not.
It’s not like they’d tell us, anyway. We’re not close like that.
It’s weird how things go that way, sometimes. Days where all is easy and you wonder how it ever seems difficult; days where the opposite is true in abundance.
Ebbs and flows of life, I guess, of energy, of enthusiasm. Of inspiration.
Though that last one is the trickiest.
I think, when it happens, sometimes it’s best to lean into it, to accept that it will just be one of those days where even the bare minimum feels like a maximum. That, like all other days, eventually the sky will grow darker and the night will settle and the day will end, one way or another.
I can’t tell if that’s comforting or not so. Hmm.
I’ll leave it for you to decide.
Anyway, that’s it for me today, have a wonderful Wednesdsay.
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