Smooth jazz Christmas.
For all the noise in my head and around me all through my days, they each start in such a lovely tranquil way.
I could linger here for hours…
Emptying my thoughts, capturing quotes and doodles, making my lists.
In an ideal world, this is where I workout too but that falls in sometime later.
It was always interesting to me that when I thought of my perfect day, it didn’t usually involve anything not available to me now.
Oh sure…a beach is nice, but not essential always.
A lap of someone who adores me for me feet to rest in will be nice, but that is not something to be impatient about or you just might end up with the wrong lap.
I have added breakfasts that please me, but after that it gets a bit sketchy. For someone who is pretty abstract random, I sure do find comfort in my routines in and out of each day. I see that my soul is most content when I have that to rely on.
I might work on my end of day and build back toward the middle.
I suppose my sleeping children might want to have something to say about that. If I get this living well thing right, then perhaps they can work on their routines that feed their soul.
Can you imagine it???
I just told them last night that we are all going to start training for a 5k together. They did not freak out…not even about matching when we run!
I think I’m wearing em down…or maybe they just love me enough to indulge their silly mama who sends them back to bed in her sacred we small hours.
Either way, it is well and so am I.
Take care and nourish that beautiful soul of yours.