So I went back to boot camp.
I’m still alive.
I have been out of sorts this week.
Go ahead, roll your eyes. I know what you’re thinking:
I did something dumb yesterday.
Imagine a new day. A new week. A whole new year.
Even a new decade.
Does it mean something?
Well, the kids are back in school today… 🙄
Once upon a time I was a pre-baby-making creature in my early 30s and I wanted to go swimming.
Today, I went to a grocery story to load up for the next few days. It wasn’t until I was just about to pull out of the parking lot when I thought I’d better check my phone. I had this nagging feeling I was missing something.
Sure enough, there was a text from the girl child.
You know what I did this morning?
I slept in. 😲
And guess what: the world didn’t come to a screeching halt. 😯
Do you write resolutions for the New Year? Or do you have a bucket list?
I don’t have either. I don’t typically set goals or plan things beyond the immediate short-term requirements.
But I’ve been thinking about it.
Imagine a writer. A house full of family. Noise and clutter.
At the grocery store one time, I picked up an item and put it in the cart. At the next aisle, I changed my mind about the item and put it on the shelf in the wrong aisle where it does not belong. So if you see a jar of Nutella among the olive oil bottles, you’ll know it was me who shopped there earlier.