Nothing Scheduled

This track comes from Aaron Stransky's core identity — Folly Beach roots, 843 area code, the raw unfiltered version. It tackles The rare and beautiful day where there is absolutely nothing on the calendar. No meetings, no launches, no deadlines. The radical act of an entrepreneur doing nothing.. The lyrics get specific — "Nothing scheduled, Sunday morning, and I'm thunderstruck" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The soft pop production matches the energy of the confession. It hits joyful and free, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.

[verse 1] Opened up the calendar and nearly fell right down Not a single block of color, not a meeting to be found No syncs, no standups, no reviews, no calls Just twenty-four white boxes like the cleanest of clean walls I double-checked, then triple-checked, refreshed it twice for luck Nothing scheduled, Sunday morning, and I'm thunderstruck [chorus] Nothing scheduled, nothing owed to anyone today Nothing scheduled, and I might just stay Right here in this moment where the hours have no name Nothing scheduled is my favorite kind of fame No agenda, no deliverable, no end-of-day Just a man with nothing scheduled and that's more than okay [verse 2] I could read a book, the paper kind with pages that don't glow I could walk to Folly Beach and let the morning come in slow I could cook something that takes longer than a microwave allows I could sit here on the porch and just observe the clouds The options are so open that they feel like flying blind But the beautiful thing about nothing scheduled is the freedom of the mind [chorus] Nothing scheduled, nothing owed to anyone today Nothing scheduled, and I might just stay Right here in this moment where the hours have no name Nothing scheduled is my favorite kind of fame [bridge] I know tomorrow I'll be back inside the grind Back to building, back to shipping, back to the design But today the calendar is whispering the sweetest little truth That the man who builds the systems is allowed to be the proof That rest is not a weakness, rest is not a waste Rest is Lean Six Sigma for the human race [verse 3] So I'll guard this Sunday morning like a treasure in my chest Nothing scheduled is the schedule of the blessed A-A-Ron takes a day, the unicorn takes flight Into nothing, into nowhere, into the most beautiful light [outro] Nothing scheduled That's the whole plan Nothing And it's everything