Setting the Alarm

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And so the long weekend is over.

I suppose I should question whether I used my time well. I suppose I should ask myself if I could have spent the day any better.

I suppose I could have. I could have taken in a movie, or gone to the beach, or read a good book.  I could have taken my bicycle out in the heat of the afternoon, hoping that the brief dropping of rain wouldn’t have caught me.

I could have had coffee at an outdoor cafe and imagined I was in Paris chasing love and the words of Proust–though I must confess to admire Dumas more.

I could have started some grand project–the culmination of which would be talked about for years.

Yes. I could have done something entirely less frivolous that might have lead to things greater than my modest achievements of this day.  I could have, but I didn’t.

Truthfully, I don’t mind it one bit.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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1 Response to Setting the Alarm

  1. Hunida says:

    I’m with ya! Doing nothing is sometimes [almost always] just so much better than doing everything else we “should” do on our days off!

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