Obviously never having "days on" means I don't really have days off either. Still, I remember how precious they are, so that's something to praise, and I can't think of anything else.
What started out as a public counting of my blessings as a means of better appreciating my new Shropshire life, transmuted into a simple goal to see if I could find 365 things to be grateful for, but has now degenerated into a reminder of how groundhog day my life is. I don't mind that - given I've shown there's at least 250 things to enjoy - but am probably going to have to give up the unequal struggle to do one of these every day, and instead let them come in their own sweet time.
I'm not hung up on this completion thing.
As those people actually running this Sunday's Shifnal half marathon can testify.
So, today feels like a day off.
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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