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LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
Thursday Mar. 5, 2015
Full of tasks we love and full of time for play, days seem very full when frenetic schedules pile work high on our desks, email in-boxes bulge, our brain-aches …
Fully filled.
Different meanings – at gas pumps, buffet tables or sipping coffee at my breakfast table.
Mulling this week’s happenings, wondering what/how/why things happen …
Chance meetings.
Taking chances.
Optimism, far beyond what I should be entitled to – I’ll take it all quite happily. That is no accident, even though so much fun-juicy-good lately has simply shown up when I might least have expected it.
Full of life, joy filled, new friends, tried/true friends, family connection/re-connection. Fun.
Filled with feeling, empty of emptiness.
We all have lots going on – exactly same amount – my twenty-four days are the same twenty-four you get.
Are we in every way the same, in every way different; or neither, or both?
On purpose, or on accident – how are you living, working, playing?
Recent months have proven incredibly interesting, less-stressed and more effective for me in so many ways – it cannot be accidental, which challenges me to explain briefly.
Lets face it, I don’t do much briefly or in few words. Some colleagues and friends have been kind as they listen, perhaps skeptically, at how much my life has changed over the last year. Sure, that July week in Colorado was instrumental – but best considered ‘important’ to this work in progress.
Busy doesn’t equal full, and full doesn’t equal fulfilled.
I like that term fulfilled. Full. Filled. Yet, when I research its meaning – seems wholly connected to execution, completion, satisfaction and potentiality.
Who can argue with a Webster?
Mark Kolke
P.S.: Gusta is 10 dog-years today (a.k.a. 70) with little sign of slowing down or fading in any way – she got a banana atop her kibble and a serving of yogurt and wagged uncontrollably
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 0C/32F, string of warm days (a.k.a. false spring) predicted, light breeze, clear sky and great traction without muck – what luck! Gusta seemed to enjoy scratch-sniffing everywhere like any other day, oblivious to her birthday, without knowledge of her aging. I’m so glad a chose a breed that needs as much exercise as I do.
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