A Holiday Reflection

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Getting a late start, which I suppose is appropriate for a Saturday. Maybe. The night owl in me doesn’t care for working too much before 10am anyway. I always try to do mindless, catch-up stuff before then.

I have noticed that being a freelancer often means losing track of days. Saturday, that glorious day off for most 9 to 5ers, is just another day to me. Typically, just another work day, unless one of my friends has planned something. I work, keep the same schedule. Of course, my freedom comes in being able to stop work (if I’m not on a deadline) anytime during the week.

It makes holidays weird. I forget about them. With my mom and brother so far away (neither of whom work in an office anymore), and Rachel unaware, I forget that other folks are going to be traveling, celebrating, etc. I sent out two devotionals to writers yesterday, asking for approval, only to get auto-responses back that one’s gone for the weekend and the other won’t be back till June 13th.

I didn’t remember this was Memorial Day until Jeopardy did a category on the Indy 500. Which I will probably watch. One of my short-lived dreams as a teen was to become a racecar driver, preferably Indy or Formula One. I studied all the rules and regs. Janet Guthrie was my hero. She has a new autobiography out; I’ve requested it from the library.

Ah, the many dreams of youth, some of which are mere sizzles in the pan.

I also gave up my dream to climb K-2, but that’s another story.

Back to work. I still have devotionals to write, devotionals to send. And the ending of Murder came to me this morning, and I’m trying to rein in that particular urge to write. Laters.

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