Now this is a weird predicament: I actually want to write today and have been aimlessly flipping through other's posts for about 20 minutes now. I thought, maybe it would help spark up an idea and I can get to writing ... But nope, I'm just here aimlessly writing myself.
It is fun though. It's fun because it feels just like journalling. I'm pouring my thoughts onto paper, more like, into one's and zero's, and in some way it's kind of cathartic.
Anyway my aimlessness is a pure reflection of my day today. It's a brilliant, sunny Sunday and I'm rotating between reading a book on the front porch, to chilling on the couch, reading blog posts and scrolling the infinite black hole that is the internet.
I can't actually make up my mind on what I want out of today, but either way I'm not so fussed. Sunday's are made for relaxing. I could feel guilty for not doing more and preparing for my week ahead, but honestly, what good would that do?
So to sum it up, let me end with a fantastic quote I heard today during my yoga class this morning:
Enlightenment is absolute cooperation with the inevitable.
- Anthony De Mello