But for just a moment I contemplated what it would be like if I didn't have to do any work today. No reading. No writing. No thesis to think of or post to post.
What if I was to let it all go?
What if I was to live the life I've always worked so hard to avoid?
The life that is Mum and Wife?
I can see the days turning into weeks and then months and all of a sudden the years will have passed, years of washing and cleaning and cooking and shopping and ...
This line of thinking has always scared me, cos if I did live that life, of Mum and Wife, then I'm afraid I'll wake up one day and regretfully wonder :
What have you done with your life?
That's the pattern. Until today.
Today another question spoke up.
Today I asked, Do you have to do anything else with it?
If you've lived it with a peaceful mind and a joyous heart, isn't that enough?
If you've loved and laughed and learnt from everything that's come your way, isn't that enough?
If you gave everything you had to everything you did, wouldn't that be enough...