I often tell myself that I can relax and read or paint or create or dance when I'm done with all my chores. This list is an imaginary one that keeps playing in my head on repeat. Over and over and it rarely lets me rest. Sometime I procrastinate by staring at this computer screen for hours until it's too late to do what I needed to do. Out of time. Time for bed. Nothing done. No relaxing.
That's what tonight has been. I didn't check off anything on my list. No laundry. No dishes. No fireplace refinishing. Just wasting time.
I spent two hours looking at a photo project about the addicts and prostitutes in Hunts Point, Brooklyn. I read their stories. It made me feel really lucky.
Life is simple right now. And that's ok. I'm happy with it. Simple and happy. Right now.
Tomorrow I need to get more done though.
