Can you believe it's July 7th already?
Where do the days go?
Seems they just fly by. As always, too much to do and not enough time to get it all done. Why is it that way? Why is it that some people have more time on their hands than they know what to do with, and Phillip and I each have 3 or 4 plates going at any given time. Are we too goal oriented? Afraid to really relax? Or just neurotic?
Sometimes I wonder.
What would our lives be like if we were to just settle in and let destiny determine our direction?
What if we had a new house on a cul-de-sac with a fully landscaped lot? Would we be content and relaxed? NOPE. Had that. Still needed to repaint. Still needed to change up the landscape. Still felt the need to build a wall to make an office. Why do we always have to be on the go? Doing. Doing. Doing.
I guess we'll NEVER be DONE, no matter where we are or what has already been done - to the house - to the yard - to the vehicles - to the business.
Oh, well. I guess we'll stop - when pigs fly!
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