Show Day!

And I stayed in bed.

Let's put this into perspective.

I have a relatively easy life.

I was born into a nice white, middle class family.

For most of my childhood I had two parents

not that they co-parented much.

I have a younger brother who got into lots of thoughtless trouble

so once he was about 8

I could get away with most things.

Before that I got smacked for things not of my doing and otherwise.

I have a very much adored cute little sister.

I had a good school on offer around the corner from my house.

My home sat on a 1/4 acre section,

I had my own bedroom,

a bike,

there was always a cat and trees to climb.

I had friends who I played, with a lot.

I got a summer job when I was 12

and have always had a job ever since.

I lived a safe, happy, free, hard working life.

So here's the question...

Why is it that I feel bad if I lie in bed most of the day and

read good books,

watching interesting TED talks,

edited and suggest on a friend's research project

(due Monday).

I live a life of relative luxury

for which I count my blessings.

I have enough of most things.

I have a stimulating and interesting job

that allows to me to meet motivated and fascinating people

takes to places I would not have gone otherwise.

I have free time,

my own home.

I appreciate what I have.

I am involved in my community,

I have lots of friends.

I teach Sunday School once a month.

And even my day in bed was still busy...

let me rephrase that.

And even my day in bed was ...

ok specifically I think it's that I stayed in bed.

I worked, I learnt and I read.

Maybe the question actually is....

Why do I feel guilty for appearing to have had a lazy day?
Why don't I appreciate things that I've done today?
Why do I deny myself things that aren't even treats?

Why do I think sleeping is the exclusive domain of darkness?

Why do I think that I don't need to sleep?

That was more than one.

Last one...

how come if I were a guy I would have little problem

sleeping in cause I was tired,

watching programmes all day cause I wanted to,

helping a mate out cause he asked me to,

why?

This turned out a little more bleaty than I planned.

Sorry about that.

Geez there I go again!

This has nothing to do with Show Day.

I have never been to the Canterbury Show

cause frankly I'd rather stay in bed...

and feel guilty about it.

 I will now go and clean my pantry

cause we haven't had an earthquake to throw everything out lately

so it's got a little messy.