My grandma used to say that whatever you did on New Year's Day, you would do all year long.
Well, if that were true, I would be off work every day for the rest of the year.
Sigh.
Then again, maybe this day wasn't all that different from most days around here.
I left my bed unmade.
I watched tv.
I did dishes. More than once.
I cuddled with my husband. And then left him alone for hours while he watched football and ate junk.
I stood in the sunshine as it streamed in the window and let it shine in my eyes.
I started a project...got overwhelmed in the middle...left it for a while...but eventually successfully completed it.
I had coffee. More than once.
I tried...I failed...I picked myself up by spending time with my Favorite Boy, watching a movie we were both too old for, but enjoyed anyway.
I texted with my Favorite Girl on her lunch break.
I played.
I read.
I kissed and hugged. More than once.
I shared my home with guests.
I made messes. I cleaned up.
I blogged.
So, all in all, it was a pretty full day.
Maybe Grandma really meant "live every day in a way you would want to repeat". So I will.
Today was filled with life...fun, boring, messy, ordinary, extraordinary life.
So, Grandma, it's ok with me if every day is a day like today.
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