I am supposed to be working right now, but I’m not because FUCK WORK. Work is hard and I will not remember the hours I would have spent doing laundry and answering emails so instead I am at the park with Hailey, where we are saying, “Fuck off, gravity.” Well, I’m saying it. She’s 11 so she’s just saying “THIS IS AWESOME. LET’S PLAY EVERY DAY.”
And we can’t, because life doesn’t work that way. But today, for a few hours, it does. And it’s lovely. And it’s worth doing.
So instead of writing a real post I’m spending this time catching pokemon (I CAUGHT A SNORLAX) and singing with my kid and we’re about to go home and watch (moderately) scary movies and then read. And I’ll be behind on work, but ahead of the game on the things that count.
If you’re reading this I give you full permission to have a fun day with no guilt. What would you be doing if you could do anything? Do that thing. Start a game of tag in your office, make a bonfire of all the emails you’re not going to answer, watch a movie, explore your city, stick googly eyes on random things in your house so that they are like small pets you don’t have to feed. Whatever makes you happy.
Have fun, y’all.
It’s later than you think.