Moodling: To dawdle aimlessly, to idle time away. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
Napoleon often moodled about for a week at a time after his big battles, doing nothing but playing with his children or reading trash. Our imaginations need regular periods of moodling or we become rigid and stagnant.
So I’m declaring today “National Moodling Day.” All my business projects have been turned in on time and I get a breather for a few days before new assignments are issued. All the bills have been paid and all systems are go in my house for the first time in a long time. No major repairs to be done, no civic projects hanging over my head.
I feel a serious moodle coming on. So I toss aside my ‘to-do’ list and rise and shine. I may turn up my Keb Mo album and have some fried green tomatoes for breakfast. Or not. I can’t wait to see what I’ll end up doing.
Moodling is freedom to do as you wish, not what someone else wants you to do. I think that’s what Sundays were originally designed for until mankind just couldn’t quell its material hunger for even 24 hours.
Anyone want to join me. I love to know how others moodle.