Some days aren't difficult, boring, or stressful.
Some days aren't frustrating, tiring, or gloomy.
Today is one of those days.
There is this: I happen to be on the fourth day of a four day weekend.
The weather is so un-Illinois-August-like you wouldn't believe it. Cool, bright day with skies as blue as the crayon in a fresh new back-to-school pointy box of crayons. The leaves on all the trees are still green because it is summer, but a hint of fall has everyone smiling.
I walked with my favorite walking partner this morning. She has been out of commission due to injury. We got to go at 7 am instead of 6 am allowing for a much more respectable hour of waking. The sun was blinding but we never got too warm. It is like God made this temperature for exercise.
(Reminder: I don't like to sweat.) I saw morning glories and black-eyed Susan and a lovely mist on the lagoon.
When I got home, my husband had coffee ready and had saved me the last piece of the chocolate cake I took to a potluck last night. Yes, that was my breakfast.
I then got a facial. Now don't leave me here, I don't get facials every month. I've probably had five facials in 20 years. I decided last week that I needed something unusual and appealing to look forward to on Monday. It is a treat. It was lovely. I was not hurrying and arrived on time. So relaxing, especially the hand massage that came with it. My poor keyboard-weary fingers were dancing a virtual jig.
Afterwards I floated out to the parking lot and stood by my car, keys in hand, thinking "Its 10:00 am and I can do anything I want." Priceless. My day was already complete. I decided to go earring shopping, of course. I looked through every pair of earrings in the department store in town. I did not hurry. I did not judge the gaudy, chunky baubles. I found some new ones that fit my style -- small pearl buttons ringed in silver. That will make it easier to go to work tomorrow. (either you follow that logic or you don't, I can't really explain it)
I then decided to be a good mom and I went to the grocery store. I bought food for dinner and for snacks and because I am picking my daughter up from high school I couldn't have been more delighted to find "Lemon Meringue Soda" in the craft soda aisle. I will greet her after-school grumblings with a cold soda based on her favorite dessert. Who knew that even existed?
I came home and made myself chicken salad from left-over grilled chicken, walnuts, olive oil mayo and celery. And then, I had the most delicious sundae. I have homemade hot fudge sauce in the fridge, vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and salty walnuts. I savored it while thinking about writing this post. For dinner we are having cold chicken and scratch potato-egg salad and strawberries.
During the last two hours I've been anticipating writing a blog post about just how well my day is going. I'm at a peaceful point in my life (today anyway) where I am less conflicted about my writing. So much of the time, for a very long time, I've felt guilty. Guilty because if I just tried harder and put in the effort, I could write a novel that would sell, and I could be a published writer. But I have been writing for 25 years and so far, life has won every time. Crazy, busy, hectic, chaotic, life. I've got two unpublished novels, and these blog posts to show for it. I've decided to stop feeling guilty. I've given myself permission to wait for retirement to become rich and famous at the writing thing. I'm going to instead just try to experience writing, do it, enjoy it. I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach that that is the right thing to do, and that many more days would be "Life is Good" days if I followed that advice about everything in life -- less guilt, more plain old experiencing.
It is only 2 pm. Next on the docket I'm going to fold some hot towels into perfect rectangles and then take a nap with the window open and the sheer curtain blowing in the breeze. I'm going to meditate on how much I like writing. And so many things.