Missed a day

"Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be."

Kahlil Gibran

After basically sitting around the house doing very little for over two weeks, getting back to work and putting in a full 8 hour day was a treat. It was also exhausting.Here's a cautionary PSA that I haven't heard from those in the know,the muscle memory that we depend on to do what we normally do on a daily basis, will need some time to kick in once life gets back to normal.

Yesterday, I began delivering meals to 432 seniors in our community.

I had anticipated I would need about 4 hours to get this done. So much for having a plan.

Without sharing the blow for blow details,my 4 hour day turned into 8 plus hours.

By the time I looked up,it was time to start thinking about getting dinner together.

It was a welcome change to the malaise that has crept in during this enforced shutdown.

After dinner I spent an hour or so prepping for the next day's run.

It was right in the middle of this ,that the caterer who prepares the meals called and said he had no driver for tomorrow and asked if I could pick everything up from him.

Before I was finished with day 1, I found myself an hour or more behind schedule for the next day.

In an attempt to mitigate the toll day 1 had taken on me, I went to bed at 9,falling asleep a little after 10.

Of course,my body is not used to this after getting more rest in the recent passt than I have ever had during my adult life.

2:30 in the morning and I find myself wide awake.

The tough part is, by 6, I need to be up, showered and making my way towards starting my day.

Instead of tossing and turning and trying to force sleep upon myself ,something that I have learned is just impossible,I decided to use the calm and quiet of 3 a.m. to write,a task that completely eluded me on what turned out to be a very full day.

In retrospect, it was nice being to busy to write yesterday.

Nic for one day that is. I don't want to make a habit of that!

Hopefully, things will go a little bit smoother today.Actually,I am sure they will. As they will every day moving forward.

It was a good day. It felt good to be useful again. I didn't have time to get angry at the imposed imprisonment we are being subjected to.

It feels even better to be grabbing a few quiet minutes to write as well. The rest of the house is asleep. The world outside is still. And for a brief moment in time, I feel like I have a purpose to my life once again.

Nothing in the world beats that feeling for me.

Have an awesome day.