I’ve never been good at answering the question, “What’re you going to do this weekend?” I guess that’s because I don’t usually make big plans. I like little plans for my weekend — tiny ones that make a big difference.
Big plans require preparation, decision-making, and coordination. I do enough of that stuff all week long. This weekend I’m going for the gestalt. I won’t push the river, I let it push itself.
I don’t have anywhere I need to be. I only have a handful ot hings I need to do. Funny, they’re things I’m looking forward to.
I might be looking forward to doing what I need to do because I have plenty of room left over for that river to wind it’s way through the weekend. I’ll float along, taking on its purpose and its rhythm. Every now and then, it’s nice to let things unfold without controlling them.
No worries that this will be a weekend wasted. A weekend of blissful space never is. The luxury of time is mine to read a book or look out the window for no reason. It’s my pleasure to be glad I’m living.
In the moment is a great time to be alive. That’s what I am thinking.
