Let's start with the positive.
I had a chance to sleep in without an alarm buzzing at 6 a.m. begging me to go work out. I woke up at a leisurely 9:30 and took my time getting up. I put on an episode of The West Wing and turned on the DVD commentary.
After that, I laced up some comfortable walking shoes to head out of my house and intentionally leave my car behind. It was a conscious effort to use the luxury of a vehicle less and my own two legs more. It was nice to get out for some fresh air and run some errands that were close by my house anyway.
The choice to pass through my neighborhood paid off when I came across a garage sale and a box full of old wooden frames. Among the old, busted up frames was a brand-new 16x20 shadow box, still fixed with a sticker price of $16.96.
I rarely carry cash on me but I checked my wallet just in case and found one measly dollar sitting there. I figured I could head home and find some more cash to return with so I asked the price before heading home.
"How much for the shadow box?"
So I walked home proudly carrying my shadow box, which I've been on the hunt for a good price on for a long time now. I've got some keepsakes that will go nicely in the frame.
The rest of the day went just as well. I even got to meet up with my good friend Abby for an unexpected quick bite at Sonic.
The only major downside to my day was a frustrating time at the cafe trying to get some writing done. I know it might not sound like a big deal to you and it probably fits under the category of "First World Problems" but it matters a great deal to me.
When I sit down to write, it's important to have the right environmental factors to produce the best results. The things that matter might surprise you. Things like the room temperature and the noise level as well as the height of the chair and table matter. If I'm at a cafe then the right drink executed properly can really make or break my time there. And if there's a fly within a 5-foot radius it will distract me to no end.
There are a dozen more factors that can easily affect my writing and today felt like all of them were working against me. The only open seating was against the window facing the sun at a chair too high to sit comfortably and still too low for the table. The direct sunlight beat right against my skin and my computer, making typing uncomfortable. The cafe was just a little noisier than I would like and the foot traffic was passing right behind me the whole time.
I wish I could be a little less picky at times and I usually can ignore a lot of the environmental distractions but today was just not my day.
So what did I do? I packed up and left. But I didn't throw in the towel.
I waited for the sun to start setting and the crowds to thin out. I cam back, took over a much more comfortable table and seat, opened up a new browser window and hacked out this post. The right place at the right time can produce better results with much less effort than when fighting against the grain.
Ah, a sigh of relief. That feels much better.