It was +5C yesterday and I treated myself to the full Aran effect for my long afternoon walk with the wonderdog, Ansa. I had to take a pic. I made it all myself over the years. A headless selfie wouldn't have done it justice at all.
My morning meditation had it:
"We only spent 5% of our lives doing what we love to do best."
It stopped me in my tracks.
Imagine! Only 5%!
Some of the 95% is maintenance, I imagine: roof, food, clothing, medical, etc.
Another chunk would be addiction: booze, food, TV, interwebz.
What do I love to do best?
Write. Read. Knit. Have friends and family in. Take photographs, play the piano. Write and direct plays. Visit friends and family.
I'm caught again by the weather today and had to cancel all town appointments including medical, lunch and dinner with friends, groceries and hair chop.
It is -10C with windchill and freezing rain now to be followed later on by 10CM of snow, followed my more rain. My larder is looking light but I have pre-prepped meals in the freezer.
And I'm writing. Even if it's the blog. I'm writing. Increasing that 5% even a wee bit.
