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Make the Days Count

A new month.  Same virus wrecking havoc in our world.  

Tired of it yet?  I am more tired of how people are treating people.  It's amazing to me how a world-wide pandemic has divided the people more rather than unite us in one common effort: preserving human lives.


But that is not what I am focusing on today.


I had a pep talk with myself about a week and a half ago.  I had fallen on the slippery slope of just not caring.  I have had three day weekends since April.  At first, I was kinda depressed, yet still focused on cleaning like a crazy person.  After that I found myself one entire weekend on the couch with Netflix and movies.  Then I tried to force myself into crafting of which I accomplished a little.  But then, I hit a wall.  


I was tired.  I was frustrated.  I was sad.  I was antsy.


So me, myself and I called a board meeting.


We took into consideration the state of the world.  We looked at numbers and stats.  We looked at how people are being affected by this pandemic, both physically and emotionally.  


Then we looked inward.  We saw that we had focused a lot on family time, going so far at to play the dreaded Roblox!  We saw that we'd been baking a LOT.  We saw that the house was clean enough.  We saw the yard work get tackled some.  And we saw that we were still restless.


In our meeting, it finally was noticed that living to live isn't really living.  We had no purpose.  We didn't have focus.


Last weekend, I took the recommendations of my board and spent a weekend living with purpose.  I set out to accomplish the mowing of the yard, mailing cards to a group of friends, baking and I purposefully relaxed.  Each event was done with a desire to do more than live through the day.  In baking, I listened to music from the group from a long time ago, 4Him, and loved it!  In the yard, I put on the headphones and listened to For King and Country until I ran out of gas.  Then I took out a lawn chair and sunned myself.  When I watched tv with the family, I put my phone down for longer and purposefully sat with them, laughing through our movie picks.


In short, I stopped counting the days and started making the days count!


Make the days count, friends!  You deserve it!  And I'm pretty sure you'll find some much needed joy!


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