One More Day

I don't have any great insights this morning.  There is nothing special on my mind.  I usually write something about my previous day, but I don't have much to say about yesterday.  I stayed at home and did a few things around the house.  I'm looking forward to Monday when I can get back into a routine.

It's strange.  I am content during an average week, planning my days and generally staying busy.  But when holidays roll around, I am at loose ends.  There is something about a break in my routine that is unsettling.  Having so much unstructured time calls to the forefront the deeper question of what I want my life to be.  Ay, there's the rub.  For what what is to be said of us when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause.  I don't know the answer.  All I know is that I don't want to continue to feel like I am at loose ends during holiday breaks. 

In the grand scheme of things, it is not such a terrible problem.  There are people who are dealing with far worse.  But it is much easier for me to slide backwards during these times.  Can I find a way to embrace this time of unsettledness, to use this time to dig deeper and find some answers?  It seems better than looking for distractions, things to keep me occupied while the clock ticks away.

The true joy of life [is] being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one ... being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown to the scrap heap ... being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish clod of ailments and grievances.  ~~George Bernard Shaw