Sketches in ink – 5
You may have noticed that I seldom talk about tomorrow. That is because – briefly – my vision does not extend that far and every day there is something that happens which I have not anticipated. Clearly, I am not in control.
We think of the Mad Hatter’s tea party as being absurd; silly even. Yet it may also be considered normal. If one can cope with tea parties like this fictional one without so much as a thought of the word “stress”, then surely one is well on the way to successful management of that arbitrary division of the infinite which we call time?
Tomorrow I have made plans to have brunch with a translator in Brisbane. I am fairly certain that if I had actually planned to do so a year ago when formulating goals for the next twelve months then this in-person meeting would not have had a snowball’s chance in hell of taking place.
Such were my thoughts yesterday while taking a break from a game of Scrabble with my sister; another activity which would previously have ranked high on the improbability charts.
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