Work. Leisure.

I got a lot of work done yesterday – on what you can see trapped by the flower pot here … and I’ve been working under, shall we say, duress these days … it’s been very hard to focus, due to circumstances outside my control … but the work must be done. I must continue on. So yesterday was productive.

And so today I have earned my leisure. And leisure to me means sitting in a theatre for 14 hours, holding my copy of Ulysses, and reading along as the performers do their thing. While wearing an eyepatch.

It’s a beautiful day. I’m tired, and my work still calls to me … but I figure it’s okay. It’s okay to balance it out with a day off.

And I try to stay away from Joyce when I’m writing things myself – because his shadow tends to swallow me up … but today I’m hoping will just rejuvenate, help me rally. It’s not about thinking, or hoping, or wishing. It’s about DOING.

The manuscript is safe under the flower pot. And I am going to let myself forget. For a while. The work will be waiting for me tomorrow.

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1 Response to Work. Leisure.

  1. amelie / rae says:

    have fun!

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