A thousand things
February 6th, 2005 bySomething so very strange happened to me this weekend. I woke up on Saturday and unconsciously just got up and started to do a whole bunch of things that I want to do. I tooled around in my shop for a while, helped out a friend for a bit, and even did a bit of photography stuff. I didn’t worry for a second about the things I had to do. I did them, but didn’t worry about it. I didn’t worry about money. I just sorta chilled and helped my dad with his house, watched a few episodes of CSI and hung out around my place.
Could this be the end? Have I finally stopped worrying? I’ve got reason not to worry, I’ve got some ducks lined up. And I’m sitting here right now with a million more important things to do than worry. I’ve got photos to print, an apartment to arrange and clean up because my sister is coming to town tomorrow, frames to build and trips to plan. All I know is that I had better be ready when I am finally able to stop working so hard. When I’m free there will be no time to waste. Cities to see, photos to take, people to meet, and things to do.