Some People Live the Same Day Every Day

Some people are bored.
I am not.
Some people live the same day every day.
I don’t.
Some people never change their opinions.
I do.
Some people have not picked up a book since high school or college.
I am not one of those.
Some people do not believe in life-long learning.
I do.
Some people like to clean.
I don’t.
Some people stay with one political party or one religion because it was their parents’.
Laugh.
Some people are garage-door opener sellers because their mom was a garage-door opener seller.
Really?
Some people never find out that they are a cartoonist, a poet, a painter, a gardener.
I did.
Some people live the same day every day.
Exactly as their parents did.
Other people live a fresh new day, every day.
The bound out of bed, delighted to be wearing mismatched socks, both fluffy of course.
They pop into their stretch pants, and their saggy, baggy, comfy, sixteen-year-old favorite Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and they head for their art studio.
Or they run to their office and plunk themselves down with a coffee or a tea and a piece of pie or something equally delectable, and they begin to write or draw or throw glitter in the air.
Guess which one I am?
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Kiser Avatar
November 6, 2018 at 11:29 AM
Well you're certainly not a "garage-door opener seller"; I'm going to pick that last one at the end. Am I close? Do I get an "A"?
Mcferran Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 7:11 PM
Ah, the glitter gave you away!! ;D hahaha LOVE this and had to FAV it right away! Such a wonderful reminder of the glorious CHOICES we have every single day! Well done, my dear! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 7:25 PM
We can make our day wonderful or just another chore. It is up to us.
Cunningham Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 9:32 AM
Stuck in groundhog day, there is so much variety that we can.put into our daily lives, I'd go mad if everyday was the same. Tom.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 4, 2018 at 12:09 PM
I would not know what to do. I know a man who spent 36 years jumping into a trunk, fastening two screws, jumping out, and jumping into the next trunk, fastening two identical screws and jumping out every day for eight hours a day.
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