I will not feel guilty for doing what the Spirit moves me to at any given time.
I will revel in the mindless work of plucking pine needles from fingers of moss.
I will lose myself in the monotony.
I will let my mind drift along meandering paths –
- not to the should’ve, could’ve, would’ves.
I will write for the pleasure of it,
- not the drudgery.
I will not let unfinished business ruin the relish of the deal on the table.
There is no sense in feeding our souls if we are constantly counting calories.
Chopping Potatoes 
Yes, exactly this!
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Thank you, Gale!
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“There is no sense in feeding our souls if we are constantly counting calories.”
Brilliant! I’m absolutely certain this should be embroidered onto something. 🙂
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Thank you! I may have to look into that!
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