Three Questions A Day – No. 5

I suppose like everyone else, there seem to be some good days and some bad ones. Nevertheless, I try to push on, and do my best to keep a consistent lifestyle – by getting up at the same time every morning, showering, getting dressed, breakfast and online for work. Lunch near noon, and by three in the afternoon, I stop the work and get busy with dinner prep. After the prepping, comes a form of exercise, followed by a 30 minute alone time in a room away from family. Where I sit by an opened window and stare out to the views, while listening to my favorite tunes. I have a rule in my house, no smart phones, and no television during dinner. But everyone is free to do whatever afterwards, in my case it would be a movie, or a good read. Every other day, a FaceTime conversation with loved ones who live in far away places, doing their part to keep the world safe.

“Write about a time when work felt real to you, necessary and satisfying. Paid or unpaid, professional or domestic, physical or mental.”  (A prompt from Abercrombie’s Kicking in the Wall.)

  • When I decided to put to paper all of the stories I had been conjuring up in my head, was when the work felt the most real. Sure I’ve had jobs, in some of the most interesting fields, but none have compared to me sitting down each day and writing.

What’s surprised you the most about your life or life in general?

  • How resilient human beings can be. This has been proven time and time again.

Write the words you need to hear

  • Yes – we can, Yes it can be done, Yes and yes.
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