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Perpetual Ruminations
#1081957 added January 4, 2025 at 7:46pm
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That Wasn't The Plan
| Yesterday I signed up for a survey site to make a few bucks. I also set some small goals for getting my office organized, working on a few things around the house, and trying to write a little something. My wife has this weekend off, so the idea was to work together on some of this, then I could do my writing while she did her thing. But, for whatever reason, I could not sleep last night. I was tired until I got into bed about 1:30 this morning, then any plans on sleeping vanished into the dark of night. I got up and took a Unisom tablet and read a bit while I waited for it to do it's thing. I went back to bed about 2:30 and slept sound, waking up just before noon.. Getting up so late meant a change in my plans, which I made while I downed a few cups of coffee to shake the sleep-aid cobwebs from my brain, then set about starting the revised day. But, just as I was getting started, a vehicle pulled up and low and behold, my wife's cousin was here. Not wanting to be rude, I had a couple more cups of coffee and visited for a spell, then informed him that I had some stuff to get done. But, there was no getting much of anything done. As is the case most times, as soon as something is stated, it is regretted because it seems to trigger in a lot of people just the opposite effect of what was said. he finally left just before time to start dinner, and now it's late and I'm trying to get a few things salvaged out of my plans for the day. This is the reason I find it so difficult to make plans or set goals... |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
