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.
We say sorry only when we mean it, and throw away lipsticks that flake.
I remember thinking I should write more last New Year’s Day, as I curled up on my couch to write a little post. And then the next day happened, and the next and the next until I knew I had to keep going for all of the days in 2022. I’m glad I did. There is beauty and freedom and growth found in the simple disciplines of life. I’m grateful 2022 happened, and I’m excited for what 2023 will bring. Happy New Year.
It’s been a pretty fantastic 24 hours. Merry Christmas!
My babies are now babysitters? What is time?!
I wrapped the last present tonight. I’m usually done by our anniversary, but my entire month got canceled and we have no Christmas plans, so I might as well drag this baby out. I’m only mildly bitter. I’ll rally by the weekend.