I make plans.  Just like you, no doubt.  There’s something beautiful about being committed to a project … and then following through, whether that’s for a year or a lifetime.  Or even a day.

And then there are those other times.

Today was to be the day when I returned to the gym.  It’s been five weeks since pneumonia said hello.  However this weekend I was at an online retreat with the Evolutionary Collective, lasting each day from 5:00 pm to midnight my time.

I’m sitting in Izy Coffee letting myself be tired, since tired is what I am.  The idea of spending time on the elliptical has retreated to the far recesses of my mind.  My body is quietly saying “No”.  And my body I shall obey.

Today was to be the day when I hit the Dutch studies hard.  I had a three-hour class on Saturday morning and I ended up shaking my head a lot.  “Right now I have no idea what my dear teacher is saying.”

So I need to dedicate myself to studying for next Saturday’s session.  But the brain is currently fuzzy, despite copious sips of caffeine.  The idea of focusing on grammar has retreated to the far recesses of my mind.

Today was to be the day when I wandered  the back streets of Gent, discovering treasures around corners.  Going where tourist feet rarely tred.  Finding an old café where no one speaks English.  Loving my fellow drinkers at nearby tables.

But my calf muscles are sore and my shoulders low.  A lengthy route mostly not aided by Google Maps is a bridge too far for this Monday man.

However …

Today is to be the day when I take the tram to my favourite copy shop and print off sheet music from my phone.  Last Thursday my cello teacher challenged me to tackle “Meditation”.  In January I heard another cello student play it at our concert.  Divine. 

I want to work towards such divinity.  Just not today.  It’ll be fine to return home, place the sheets of paper on my music stand, and smile towards tomorrow.

And then an afternoon nap