A day of joyful writing.
No distractions. Phone unplugged. No chatting with colleagues.
My wish? To have more days like these. At least once per week.
I did not get to work on time. But, I did not have to teach. I marked scripts. Not in the morning. In the evening.
I chatted with my postgraduate students, on my terms. Afternoons. Not in the morning. One meeting was short. The other long.
My morning was bliss. Even with only one sentence written.
What? I know. How could anyone be satisfied with one sentence? For me, the sentence was a clean, crisp sentence, with a purpose. I know this sentence will not be deleted. Maybe I will rework it.
I wrote that sentence after reading the introduction of the article that I’m writing. I edited the introduction. I deleted sentences. I moved others around. I deleted words. I added others. The introduction flows now like a little stream building up to a river.
I am finally satisfied with the introduction. I will leave it alone until the final spelling and grammar edits.
I stole a bit of the morning for brainstorming ideas for my blog. I made several starts and stops. I got seeds of thought to nurture to a blog post. They are all organic thoughts for me to rework.
My morning was a delightful block.
A surreal experience I haven’t had in months.
I loved it.
I treated myself to a full hour for lunch. I took part of the hour to browse in the book store. I got stationery. Then reset my mind to leave the writing behind. The afternoon was for different activities…teaching related ones…marking internship reports.
I am grateful for yesterday’s morning. Just the morning alone made my day a joyful one. Marking scripts became less stressful. I was fully present and got that done too with swiftness.
Just a morning made my day a day of joyful writing.