On Sunday I woke up early and thought about the things that needed to be done.
Then I thought about the things I wanted to do instead. Which was sleep in and that is what I did.
Then I got up and thought about the things that needed to be done.
Then I thought about things I wanted to do. Like have a cup of tea. Read the paper. Sit around in my pyjama’s. And that is what I did.
After I had a shower I thought about the things that needed to be done.
Then I thought about the things I felt like doing. Like raking up the leaves in the backyard. Playing with Mr Benny. Having a cup of tea. Surfing the net. And so I did those things.
In the late afternoon I thought about things that needed doing.
Then I thought about what I felt like doing and did that instead. Went grocery shopping at my favourite supermarket in the suburb I want to move to one day.
After I did the food shopping I thought about what I should do.
Then I thought about what I felt like doing and did that. Had a coffee and lunch at my favourite cafe. Read the paper. Ate a teeny weeny cup cake that had pink icing and a pink flower on the top. The flower was sugar sweet and crunchy, in the centre was a silver pearl of sugar. I ate the petals one at a time. The coffee was strong and had a heart shaped pattern on the top. I stirred the coffee and watched the heart disappear into the brew for me to drink.
At the supermarket I did not put all the groceries in neat order. I just dumped them on the counter in no particular order at all. Bar code not facing up. Things upside down. Fridge items mixed in with pantry items.
Later that evening I thought about what I had to do and what I wanted to do. Get my tax paperwork ready for the accountant. So, I did that and felt very relieved to have that sorted.
I don’t know exactly what I did for the rest of the evening but I do know that I did what I wanted.
And not what I thought I should do.