Reflections on a Vocational Happenstance
"Doing is a quantum leap from imagining." - Barbara Sher
February 29th is here. An "extra" day to make of what we will. Instead of the month winding quietly to its end, we will leap into March. An odd, artificial construct, but somehow cheerful, and the weather is contributing to the general optimism, offering Springy scents and breezes. This seems a day meant for extra action.
I need to spend the day knitting with purpose. The weekend was taken up with socializing, now I need to get back to work. If I set my mind to it, there are 3 projects I could finish before dinner.
Sitting here now, writing to you, I can imagine all the pretty stitches I will make, all the good feelings imminent as I knit my way to tangible results, and I am eager to pick up my work. But I can also feel the pull of distraction.
The weather, for one thing, tugs at me to venture outdoors. I have already thought about taking my knitting on the road today, imagining that I could sit on a park bench in the sun, or at a table in some sidewalk cafe, knitting up a storm. But though 48 degrees felt wonderful when I went out to get the newspaper from the stoop, it's not warm enough to sit outdoors for hours, not even in the bright sun.
Super Tuesday could easily sidetrack me, too, as our political process seems to have devolved without apology to the level of a reality TV show. It's difficult not to stare in horrified fascination, hard to maintain calm in the face of all the absurd rhetoric.
Imagining what I can accomplish with this extra day is indeed a quantum leap from actually doing anything. I need to get up and move.