On a
perfect day, I would sleep soundly till 6 a.m., wake up peacefully without an
alarm, brush, floss, exercise, shower, have only one cup of coffee, pray
insightfully, write fluidly, and have a healthy breakfast—all before 8 a.m. The
day would continue to be productive and predictable—with no surprises. At the
end of the day, everything and everyone would be taken care of, all tasks on my
list would be accomplished efficiently, and all the calories I ate all day
would go to fortifying my brain instead of expanding my abs. On a perfect day
like this, I might even brush and floss again before bedtime.
Suffice
it to say, I can’t remember the last time I had a perfect day. Even so, I keep
a perfect day list just in case one
comes along. I add to the list regularly. When I don’t really feel like working
something into my normal, not-so-perfect life, I just add it to the perfect day list. Now, you might suspect
I’m just putting things off, or procrastinating... You see, it’s not that I
don’t think all these things are very important, I do—but I can’t help it if
everything in my day doesn’t line up evenly and neatly! Oh, no…I’m not
procrastinating. I’m merely waiting for that perfect day.
All
kidding aside, I realize that waiting for the perfect timing is a way of
justifying my procrastination. There are very few flawless days. Most of our
time on earth is merely a chain of imperfect days, strung together like cracked
beads. It would take very little for the whole thing to fall apart…
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