Today I feel…
Not depressed, really.
Kind of empty.
Or maybe full.
Normal feelings after a period of intense activity, I suppose.
I still have plenty to do.
My house is screaming for attention.
I have a couple of writing deadlines.
But it all overwhelms me right now.
I’m moving slower, thinking slower.
Maybe it’s my age.
Or maybe it’s just a season of days.
Days that stretch before me, endless it seems, with no fun planned, no real vacation to look forward to.
Things could change in a heartbeat, though, and surprise me like the smoke alarm that just went off for no reason.
I should take advantage of this brief respite of time.
And DO something.
But what’s the rush?
All I really want to do is chill.
Some days are just like that.
Morning came muted to fit my mood, and I stayed in bed on my need-to-be-washed sheets longer than usual.
I closed my eyes, and just listened to the morning sounds, felt the cool breeze brush against my skin.
Monday Morning Waltz
morning’s ballroom waltz
swing’s rhythm against the rail
In the stillness of a Monday morning,
I haven’t linked up with Laura for a long while. But I think this might qualify as a subtle playdate.
And joining Kelli as we waltz to Unforced Rhythms