"Oh, I believe in yesterday . . "

Art by Boltax

Yesterday, I totally wasted the day.

Amazingly, it felt good.

I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t want to work a to-do list. I didn’t want to zoom with anybody. I didn’t want to cook or clean or collect dust bunnies.

I wanted to do nothing.

I didn’t want to pay bills. Or work on taxes. Or take my blood pressure or count my steps.

I wanted to shut my eyes to news and controversy. I wanted to silence the alerts and dings. I wanted to be still.

I was still yesterday.

It felt good.

I wandered throughout the day. Into a closet. Into the garden. Into the guest room.

I wondered throughout the day. About our nation. About my friend’s health. About the curious smudge on the back of my off-white sweater.

I wished for visits from faraway friends. I wished for a quiet romantic dinner. I wished for wind-free weather.

On reflection, I don’t think I wasted a day yesterday.

I withdrew. I re-booted. I centered myself.

This feels very good.

I did NOT waste a day yesterday.