Not only did I not post here yesterday — but I didn’t perform labour of any kind, either. So, what did I do?
I read this. And this. And this.
I took my kids to this.
I started to work on this.
I watched a bunch of this.
I outlined some stuff for this.
I played a bit of this.
I rehearsed this.
Then I wrote this.
None of what I did on Labour Day is what I would call “labour” — because none of it felt like work. The result: A balanced day.
Why?
Because it all felt right and it felt alright.
