After 10 days of wearing only paint clothes . . .
I decided both my mind and my body needed a little break from all-things-woodwork.
So I threw some favorite real clothes in a bag, cashed in a few frequent flier miles, and took a little trip. The purpose of the trip was to savor fine baked goods, watch stupid movies, and enjoy a great cheeseburger.
Mission accomplished, on all counts.
The Greek philosopher Heraclitis (of whose writing only fragments remain) said:
The rule that makes
its subject weary
is a sentence
of hard labor.
For this reason,
change gives rest.
Sometimes a little bit of doing nothing and thinking about nothing for no reason is just what the doctor ordered.
I put on my same running shoes and went for a run, but I looked at snow-covered mountains instead of 140th street. I listened to the same music on my iPod, but did it in a sleek and small black rental car instead of my minivan. I went to Target to buy something I forgot to pack, but it wasn't my Target and there was no grocery list in my purse . . . no thought of whether or not there was milk in the refrigerator. Not my problem, if only for a day.
There are times when thinking
-- or not thinking --
about whether there is milk
makes all the difference.
Hello, paint clothes.
I have not missed you, but now I will gladly put you on again and go back to work . . . for a bit.