Sometimes at the end of a day when I accomplished very little, I sometimes sum up all my excuses for not having done much with the time I was given. The total is often disheartening. I then realize that my basket is filled more with excuses than with satisfaction. That is so sad.
Today's excuses would be that it was too hot, too muggy, to do anything much outside. And while I did clean the kitchen a bit, I really didn't clean house or sort through those things piled up in the front den or upstairs. I didn't write much. I didn't do any photographic work. Mostly because I was tired and didn't feel like it.
I did help a dear friend celebrate her birthday with lunch and a "just for fun" care package. That was something that actually fills a good portion of my basket for the day. That was worth it.
But still, what is this feeling of ennui that keeps me from doing those things...those things I could have done with my day that would have amounted to something? I guess not every day is a day to accomplish great things. But I did write this blog. And that is one of those things I wasn't feeling like doing today. So I guess I can say, "good for me" afterall.