
I wanted to sleep past dawn, but instead
I know making breakfast isn't worth the effort, but instead
I hounded my daughter to make her bed, but instead
I've given up hounding my husband, so instead
I tried for a quick drop-off at school, but instead
I hoped the garden weeds wouldn't spread, but instead
I prayed the dog poop in the yard would disappear, but instead
I wished a pet like ours didn't need walking, but instead
I aimed to go exercise, but instead
I could have let the laundry mount, but instead
I contemplated a sumptuous lunch, but instead
I wanted to cancel the teleconference, but instead
I would gladly let someone else chauffeur the kids, but instead
I thought we could go one more day without groceries, but instead
I could have picked up dinner, but instead
I might have nixed my daughter's bath and hair wash, but instead
I wish I'd written something more than this, but instead
I long for another response to Marta's question, but instead
This is my life and there is no instead.
How could it be any other way?
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11.13.2007
Instead: Or what I did all day
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Karen Maezen Miller
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Labels: Chop Wood Carry Water, Writing Life
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5 comments:
A thought: if I just write "instead" on my to-do list everyday, I would always get everything done!
I love this post! Day by day, life is what IS, not what you planned it to be.
Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head...
I was nursing Marley this evening and thinking -"this is it - the only IT"
My Momma Zen paperback is somewhere in the labyrinth of Canada Post. When she gets here I'll take good care of her.
IN the great web of things, it appears we had the same day.
There is no other way.
Why do I so quickly forget this?
Oh, my question--very writer-marta of me--I do suffer a bit from "what's next" syndrome. But I meant the question as a compliment for what it is worth. There are those of us who look forward to your writing...may you find the inspiration or may it find you.
Marta, in your writerly prescient way, you asked the most pertinent question. Because the opportunity has arisen but the impetus, not yet. Thanks for the encouragement.
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