Sometimes Saturday is a day for buckling down and getting something… well, at least a few things, done.
Today was one of those days.
Started out procrastinating.
You know what?
I can do this next weekend.
I really don’t feel like doing anything.
But I did.
And it was ok.
Not my normal Saturday breakfast ritual, a double screw driver for breakfast with additional orange drinks to replenish my vitamin C.
But I had a pleasant morning and afternoon, doing stuff that normally would put me in a crazed mood.
I thought about how my life has changed in the past year.
I no longer have to worry if I take too long shopping, drinking or doing anything else.
I have to answer to me.
Well, I am probably the most agreeable goof you have ever met, especially when it comes to defending my right to be happy and free.
Sometimes I reflect on what it’s like to be a single mother of a mountain lion and a runt cat, and wonder if this will be my legacy:
She had a blast, every day, celebrating life, and spoiling the cats in her life.
And she never regretted a minute of it.
I think that is a good legacy.