Yesterday afternoon I felt tired, but wired. Restlessness can be so challenging for me. So when I got to the old hay barn to prep chicken feed, the sensible solution seemed to present itself: procrastinate.
And barring the tinge of guilt I had every time I flashed on hungry chickens waiting for me, it felt pretty good. At one point, I just plopped myself smack-dab in the middle of the little (lightly trafficked) dirt road in front of the barn, with the warm sun on my back, and started playing with the camera.
Changing up my routine with something novel, while connecting with my surroundings and seeing things a bit differently, helped me settle down a bit.
Here’s a few photos of the friends that visited while I shirked my responsibilities.
I made it to the chickens eventually. I think I will try to “procrastinate” more often. Life is good.