It’s been a dreary all day rain this Monday. I was inclined to get all doing nothingly but I rescued some productivity out of the pit of despair. I watched the pool guy dude do the startup on our pool. (A silent hooray for the pool being mostly done.) I watched the rain make giant bubbles in the canal. We used to call them frog eggs or some such when I was a kid. It is supposed to mean the rain isn’t going to quit anytime soon. I took some pictures for my web business, more of a startup really. I moved all the clutter on my desk to a drawer where I can’t see it anymore. I thought about working on my novel. I almost worked on the real estate course I’m taking. I seriously considered cleaning up the nasty family room. I did watch the colors change on the LED in the pool.
I don’t think anyone is at their best when it rains. I know I’m not my best on rainy days. I was born on a Monday. That’s supposed to mean, according to that old poem, that I’m good looking. That’s debatable. Somedays I look in the mirror and everything looks so blurry; then I put on my glasses and wonder who’s the old dude looking out at me. Now I’m starting to think about all the parts I haven’t ordered or the new sail I was supposed to purchase or the fact that the missing drawer slides from my IKEA TV stand hasn’t haven’t come yet.
Sorry, I had to go get coffee.
I had plans to get a lot done today, but the rain has made me rethink them. I want to be productive, but don’t, because it’s raining. Even the dog is lazy and won’t go out in the rain. I don’t even want to go the 10 steps out to get the mail. BUT, I am writing this. I feel empowered to write in the gloom. It is a way to push away the clouds and dreariness and just feeling all blah. Writing is not just allowing the creative juices to flow or a way to force yourself to be disciplined. It is a way to make new worlds or change the one you’re in. Writing allows you to give out what is bottled up inside. It It’s a way to let the manic energies to be released so you can get all manic-ed up again and do it all over tomorrow.
You know how you fell all jellied and don’t want to move so you move anyway and you feel better? Today isn’t one of those days. I tired to move and the jelly just sloshed around and formed back into the blob in my office chair. I want to get a beer and go binge watch Psych or Leverage, but I won’t give in to that yet. Life is too short to put things off and too long to let the blackness gather around me. I will light my little light and order my supplies and sail and send a message to IKEA customer support and slay a dragon and rescue the fair maiden. Oh wait, I’m too old for the dragon-slaying stuff and I don’t know what I’d do with a fair maiden other than be her foster-grandfather or something.
Maybe I’ll take off my glasses and go outside in the rain and see what kind of Quixotic trouble I can get into. There are monsters to slay and windmills to joust and my fair damsel to made make dinner for. See ya around.
The Purposeful Geek 