I wrote that I would go somewhere inspiring trying to transcend the duality between leisure and work, but this spiritual worker found himself unwilling to act upon the decision made at a different time. I notice this happens all the time, and it still gets me: I make plans for the next day, only to notice I rebel against them. And I’m glad I rebel against them, today was not appropriate for attempting such feat, I would have been uninspired at the computer, wishing I was enjoying a truly sabbatical day.
Is writing this in itself breaking my own sabbatical day? In any case, I’ll be brief: I made a promise to report on my working conditions on Sunday. I’m here to report I’m writing this from my dining table, which can get inspiring too, but today is a sabbatical day, so…
Until tomorrow