Sunday Morning Reflections: National Slug Day Declared

 It’s a pretty typical Sunday morning. I woke up early; Sheila’s still asleep and Molly is stretched out at my feet snoring like my grandfather used to sound during a cat nap.  I woke up like I always do and came directly to my computer and started writing this, but I have no idea where I’m going. No roadmap, no topic in my head, not even a poignant thought, the result of a dream I had last night.

So maybe the topic this morning is this never-ending quest we all have to make sure every day has some purpose. What if the purpose of today is to have simply NO purpose? What if the only point I have to make is, it’s okay to take a slug day?

If you don’t know about slug days, it’s something I learned from Sheila and her girlfriend, Beaner. For me, it started in Ohio. Beaner would come over for the weekend, and the two of them would just hang out for the day. They’d talk all day, but accomplish nothing beyond appreciating their long-time friendship.

I’ve never been a slug day kind of guy, raised on the philosophy that we should never waste time and that we need to be accountable for every waking minute.  Well, here I am with nothing particular I want to do today except chill. I have plenty of work I could be doing, but it’s all going to be there in the morning. So, I’m declaring it National Slug Day and inviting all of you to join in the festivities, which involve absolutely nothing.

Essentially it’s like turning a Dr Seuss book into a real-time day:

Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!
Dr. Seuss

It couldn’t be a more simple point – I’m taking the day to be a slug. I’m going to chill, reflect and just kick back and appreciate how lucky I am to love what I do and be doing what I love, because nobody is more me-er than me!  I need a day like this and maybe you do to.

Wishing everybody a day of peace, love and time to chill by yourself or with people you care about. Go for those eleven-second hugs with somebody special and remember, it’s the first day of Spring. Just like those tulips that are starting to sprout, kick back and appreciate everything you have and stop worrying about what’s missing – it’ll all come together when you least expect it.

​Note: A BIG thanks to my good buddy Bob Coates for calling me on two typos…I guess it was just one of those mornings! We all have them, but yes, I really am embarrassed.