Just Another Day


It’s finally Friday. We survived the first day back to school and it couldn’t have been too bad because they are working on the second. As for me, I feel like I can breathe again. All the anticipation of getting back into a schedule, shopping for school clothes, working out schedules was actually not that big of a deal. I have to laugh at how many times my mind makes something seem like it is going to be so much harder than it actually is. Why does that happen so frequently? It’s like the mind loves to show you the worst possible dream but while you are awake and directly through your thoughts.

I just woke up. Looks like I can finally sleep again too. Sometimes I think all that thinking is more exhausting than physical exercise. Time to get back to meditation but not today because I slept through it. Tomorrow is my anniversary. I am looking forward to a glass of wine and a slow paced dinner. I am looking forward to celebrating the enormous amount of time, patience and work it took us both to get to this day. Wow, it’s been a ride.

From time to time, I wonder if I could go back to a younger age and have the chance to do it over, would I do it the same? I guess it doesn’t matter because there’s no way I’m going back. I am in a good place. I am happy with the way my life is unfolding. There is no reason to look back, go back or even teeter with the thought that this isn’t where I am supposed to be. This is where I am and it’s a beautiful place. I am going to have a lazy day and just enjoy it. No need to do anything more. How are you feeling today?

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