Who actually “rests” on the seventh day? Seriously. Well, ok, there was that One Guy…
Of course, if I had created a whole freakin’ universe, complete with Earth, Wind, and Fire (whose greatest hits, by the way, contain only one song I can actually remember), then I might consider taking a little time off myself.
But I haven’t created a whole freakin’ universe, so this morning began like the last six in a row, arising and after a quick pet for each cat, locking myself in my office with a copious supply of green tea and chaining myself to the keyboard, diligently typing one word after another.
Some might consider my morning routine a horrific drudgery or forced labor. But for me, it’s a true delight. I go to “work” with joy in my soul and a song in my heart. Even on a Sunday. I arose this morning anxious to get back to my imaginary friends. Hungry for what they wanted to say today. Eager to record their dialog and exploits.
I am so blessed! I have been given this “chore” (a.k.a. talent) as my contribution to world betterment. (Yeah, I’m feeling so good that I’m tooting my own horn and believing that grandiose statement right now.) So in some regard, I have created a whole freakin’ universe! But I still don’t want to take a day off. This writing gig is too much fun!