You know what? 32 doesn't feel any different than 31, or 29 or even 26 when you come to think about it. In fact, in the past few years, I can feel my birthday's meaning less and less. More than that I feel like the days are moving so quickly and the weeks slipping by before I can catch up.
This weekend was a lesson in slowing down.
I ignored the laundry.
I ignored the dishes.
I hung up my car keys.
I put my purse away.
I slept in.
I snuggled with my kids.
I sat outside with no agenda.
I built a My Little Pony House.
I laughed.
I visited with my mom, cousins, aunt and grandparents.
I sewed a skirt and a blanket.
I accomplished nothing, but somehow I feel like this was a more productive weekend than any in the past month. FINALLY the sun came out, the flood waters have receded, the garden got tended, and laziness paid a much needed visit.
How was your weekend?
1 comment:
ya, it seems b-days are less fun the older you get. Mine is in 10 days!
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