My board is several inches wider than the original image.
No plan.
“Well, what are we doing, then?”
Well, what do you want to do?
This is day one, sabbatical. I am away from my regularly scheduled life and I do not want to have a plan. My 12 year old daughter would like to know what the plan is… but my inner child is resisting any attempt at making a schedule for the day. I want to do things as they occur to me, without rushing or making deadlines or checking the clock to make sure we have enough time.
However, when I look back over this day, it was not a paragon of rest. I did pay the bills, go grocery shopping, pack picnic lunch for the beach, take the family to Fenwick Island State Park, make dinner, and start writing my icon of St. Mark. No plan… just what felt right at the moment.
I feel weird.
I feel free.
I feel dislocated from my community of expectation and engagement.
And I feel an interior free-fall as I let go of my own gauge of self-worth attached to plans and accomplishments.
Today was a good day. No plans for tomorrow, either. Just possibilities.
