There are days when I exercise before sunrise and walk 10,000 steps before lunch and see all of the people and say all of the words and do all of the things… and then there are days my children bring all of my meals to me in bed and I move enough only to tend the most basic of bodily functions. Life is both-and, after all.
I remember that cup of tea I’ve made, able to enjoy it while it’s still hot. Heck, I’ll settle for warm or even room temp.
There is very little in life with which I may compare the feeling I get listening to the sounds my plants make after I water them on a Saturday morning.
This week is always the weirdest. Foggy, disorienting, cozy, lovely. I can’t decide if I need to travel next year or take the week off from work or repeat this year’s events… I floated through halls and offices, visiting with coworkers, taking extra time with patient care, and then slipped out early most days to hang with my family before the sun set.
Instead of spending lots of money on a vacation this week, we spent a lot of money on cross-country skis for the family. Here’s to new adventures and hopefully, maybe a hobby for Momma.
We wrapped the Nutcracker today. We wrapped the college course I taught tonight. So much community, so many feelings, so much bittersweet relief. I’m glad my kids get to watch me say yes, and I’m glad my kids get to watch me end things as well.