That was yesterday. I didn't start the great American novel. Or save a life. Or make a million in the stock market. Or make an enduring piece of art. Or solve a problem. Nothing.
I read the newspaper. Had lunch. Finished a book. Sat in dappled sunlight. Looked up at the sky, blue as could be. Daydreamed. Chased some random thoughts around. Had a beer. Watched a movie. Felt the breeze.
Accomplished nothing. And that was an accomplishment.
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