Last night I had a dream. I was sitting at my friend’s house and she was feeling a bit mopey. She said, ‘every morning I get up and eat breakfast at this bench and the day goes on the same. Nothing happens.’
I suggested she might like to sit at the table while she eats her breakfast because sometimes the slightest change to a regular routine gives you a lift.
She said, ‘what’s the point in that? I eat my breakfast at the bench or at the table. I’m still just eating breakfast and the day goes on as boring as ever.’
At that I jumped up in frustration and yelled, ‘WHAT YOU DO ISN’T THE POINT! THE POINT IS HOW YOU FEEL WHILE YOU’RE DOING IT!’
Then I woke up.