There is something EXTRA special about *handwriting* a list of things you WANT to do when suddenly given a handful of days on your own in a place that is not your own.
Extra anticipatory when this handwritten list is done in fountain pen. On a page in your spiral-bound journal full of so many days and stretches of lines and sheets full of stressors, to have THIS page marked with so many windows of open opportunities.
Even though I have to accomplish work here, and even though I’m here because of something life-threatening, there are so many things I actually can do here that I want to do. Beckoning because this is not my home, and is temporary.
It’s not a vacation by any stretch of the imagination, but writing this list by hand sure makes it feel like one.
Listing things I WANT to do today feels extra auspicious because it’s also Day One of Year Two of this mostly-writing thing I’ve been doing every single day; yesterday was the 365th day in a row I did it.
Hitting “publish” on this post makes my streak 366 days in a row.
