"Every man who possibly can should force himself to a holiday of a full month in a year, whether he feels like taking it or not."
~ William James ~
Living in a meandering way is excruciating at first when we are accustomed to a driven life. And then, somewhere along the way, a kind of easy humor sets in, an acceptance of the lack of intensity, and the experience of a renewed pleasure in the company of the people we love.
It's refreshing to be aimless, to have dog walks and laundry be the big events of the day, especially knowing that the aimlessness won't last, and that the intensity will return, and probably times ten.
I enjoy meandering a bit when circumstances allow.
