For the first time in like 8 trillion days, I left my book at home one morning a few weeks ago.
This cruel realization struck me when I got in my car during my lunch break and noticed an empty passenger seat—the seat that usually provides warmth and comfort to my book of choice while I’m at work.
I felt broken, beaten, shattered and ashamed. Other than eat, what should I do for the next hour? How would I survive a lunch break without a book?
Yes, this is a “first world problem” at its finest. That said, I needed a gameplan…and fast!
So what did I do? I wrote the outline for this post—which means I didn’t actually do any of these things. But had I not wrote a post about doing these things, I would have certainly done one of these things. For sure. No doubt.
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