Today has been one of those days when you just really don't want to do anything. I have had enough of doing "things," and just for today wanted to be left alone to meditate on the state of my world - just hang out in my cave and eat chocolate, if you will. So here it is, time to be eating dinner, and I am sitting at my computer in my pajamas - nope, never got dressed today - and finishing up a Dove bar (dark chocolate with almonds, which I rationalize is good for me because of the antioxidants in the dark chocolate, and the Omega-3 and fiber in the almonds).
I have finished reading a little book I started yesterday (Burying our Swords, by Kevin Hinckley - a parable based on scriptures from the Book of Mormon) which I found quite thought-provoking. I have been to my dolly message board and given input as a moderator on the state of the board, which I have sadly neglected the past 10 days as I prepared for my daughter's wedding. I have checked my email, and my daughter's blog. I have talked with my Mother about plans for our upcoming Thanksgiving dinner here at my house. I have welcomed my daughter and her new husband home from their honeymoon and watched them open their wedding gifts (acting as scribe/recorder so they wouldn't forget who gave them what). I have unwrapped my little bride daughter's wedding bouquet and arranged the flowers from it in a vase for her to take to her new apartment. I have petted the dogs and fixed lunch for my husband.
My day has not been entirely unproductive, so why do I feel like I haven't accomplished anything? And what is the definition of accomplishment, anyway?
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