The Devil may have toyed slightly with my resolve as I lay in bed yesterday morning, reluctant to put my feet on the cold floor, but I slipped out of his grasp as I began my day and didn’t give myself a moment for a second thought.
I have never been an idle person. Sure, I went through moments of lethargy and reluctance as a teenager, but who didn’t? Yesterday was a glaring reminder of that part of myself, that stubborn fragment of my psyche, that doesn’t allow me a full day to just be passive and enjoy watching life go by.
If I were being honest, I would have to admit that I enjoy being busy. And thankfully I have many hobbies that I can choose from that can occupy a significant part of my day as well as the daily and weekly chores that come with living on my own.
Among the housekeeping and maintenance duties that come with being a home owner, today I finally finished a project that helped me feel like I fully restored the identity I had before I was married. My new sign at the end of my driveway, painted by me, proudly displays the family name I was born with and am proud to reclaim once again.
Yesterday the Devil realized his time is better spent elsewhere. The house is clean, the floors are mopped, the shopping is done, the dump run was completed, two new soups were made, the dog was walked twice, the sign was painted and hung and I even had a few spare moments to watch some golf. I don’t think I have to worry about my hands ever being idle.