Today I’m sitting in the big recliner. For the better part of the last four days I’ve been brooding about this or that, feeling sorry for myself, I guess. There are a few nasty things going on in my life, which will probably turn out okay. All that was topped off by a nasty letter about me someone sent to our newspaper, a letter that will be published this week in print and on the web. That’s the glamorous life of a writer for you. People are free to complain to your boss in a most public forum. That’s the nature of the biz, so I should be used to it by now. I just think this letter was the bright shining maraschino cherry on top of a big pile of poo poo (to keep it PG) disguised as chocolate fudge cake.
So, brooding was how I felt until I read my blog friend Linda Cassidy Lewis’s recent post “My perfect day…and then some.” All of my troubles melted away as I followed her imaginative and detailed journey of what she would call a perfect day. I think anyone would call it a perfect day and reading it was like doing yoga for the mind, so I couldn’t help sharing it with anyone who happens on my blog. Here’s to having the perfect day–for real or imagined. Perhaps, I’ll take a page from my friend Linda’s book and try this writing exercise in a future post. Thanks Linda.