Today I am enjoying the quiet morning at home after walking Ching and Mig and a nice walk in the misty, overcast first day of spring. I am half-listening to the NSA director and the FBI director testifying on Capitol Hill about leaks and rumors and Russian espionage. I am also preparing myself to attend the funeral service of another elderly friend who passed away last week after a long struggle with Alzheimer's Disease. For those of you who may remember him, it is the gentleman I called Mr A. The family asked me to be an honorary pall bearer. I am honored.
Later this afternoon I have an appointment with the Auto Club to finalize plans to go to Italy for two weeks to attend a wedding Florence after visiting Rome and then afterwards, visiting Venice. I never thought that I would write those words.
The odd thing is I find myself with a vague disquiet, a nervous stomach and a feeling that I would like to just "hole up" like I did yesterday afternoon. I hesitate to admit that sometimes I would rather just let the world go on without me and stay home to garden, meditate, write and probably sleep. My grandmother used to warn me not to give into my natural propensity toward inertia. I chuckle, but she had a point.
So now, still early morning, I will rally myself and take on the day. A shower always helps. And just ignoring my "don't feel like it" voice and power through. Getting started is sometimes the most difficult part of any day, any week, any time in life. But start I will and I will look back and wonder what the issue was that caused me to ever just do it.