December the twenty-fifth.
It’s the big day. We push to get so many things done, complain a bit about how busy we are, neglect the business of life, forget exercise, all for the big day. It comes. We indulge in gifts and food. And then comes December the twenty-sixth. It’s over. And some years it seems almost icky the day after. All that clutter and coziness. (((shudder))))
Feeling a bulgy waistline, the leftovers that should have brought more happiness were often left. The tree’s needles seemed less green. The clutter of celebration became annoying. Continue reading
You know it’s a good vacation when I have no idea of the date or the time as I sit to write this post. I’m in the incredibly enviable position of sitting on a beautiful, almost empty beach of a remote fishing village on the pacific coast of Mexico. I’ve digested the newest Dan Brown novel, a half dozen magazines and entirely too much tequila on night one.
Too many times, I’ve thought a little too much on my time off, or spent it discussing, analyzing and dreaming – only to return to my life either feeling discouraged or wishing I was in a different place.
I’m sitting here at my desk at home – it faces the front porch and though I live in the Arizona desert – I have views of trees and overgrown bougainvillea bushes with salmon-colored flowers. I have a coffee press with me, a dark red mug I love, and my dog is sitting at my feet.
This is a beautiful setting and I’m soaking up every minute I can. This week starts a 2-week rigorous travel schedule, a large project to oversee at work, and follows the week I packed up my youngest and took her to college.
These are the times that coffee at my desk, soaking in the view, and starting the day with a bath are near survival. More hugs, not less. Slow down, don’t hurry. Taking time to find the beauty in routine. Continue reading