Ever had one of those weeks where you have not allowed yourself one moment? Where you’re so scheduled that there’s no room to sleep in just a little bit late, to linger on a phone call with a friend, to take the long way home, to stroll instead of power walk or to take an extra minute on a decision about which cheese you want on your sandwich?
In fact, you’d rather not be given the option of cheese because that’s just another decision you have to deal with and you know it doesn’t matter anyway as you drip mayo all over your computer’s keyboard, a small but messy casualty that comes with your attempt at multi-tasking.
I hate it when I do this to myself. I hate the inevitability that sometimes, everything I have on my plate needs immediate attention in the same five day time frame.
I hate when I have to pencil in “breathe.”
So here’s my breath.
Take it with me with a glass of wine and the crickets and the sky and a big sigh by the man behind the camera.
Because I’m standing on the hill and I can see the weekend from here.
And it’s looking like cool fall breezes blowing, a new to-do list and a couple shots of Baileys in my coffee.
Peace, love and keepin’ it together,