Another busy weekend full of laundry

and birthday parties,

running kids between activities

while trying to get things checked off my own list.

Then something strange happened today.

For some reason, the space between my ears that usually tells me to pick up the pace said

no- it’s okay.

Today is to relax and breathe only.

And so with no small amount of confusion and trepidation, I went with it.

I exercised after waking up on my own,

at two hours after I usually wake up.

I ran, for the first time in months,

And promised myself

yes, this, more often.

I folded laundry without music or podcast playing, accompanied by the music of children talking.

I treated myself to a therapeutic massage,

feeling the tension being stripped away

by human hands like bolt cutters.

I promised myself more yoga

so that next time,

it maybe hurts a little less.

Then I joined friends at a movie

I’d been eagerly awaiting.

Although it was good,

it left me disappointed.

They changed their story,

as far as I was concerned,

and could have left me with so much more

than they did.

But then I returned home to the sight of three children, bouncing and happy to see me.

I realized that although the movie

may not have followed canon,

We are building memories now,

as they sit on the steps and sing to me.

It may not be fabulous nor famous,

but the way my life is going

is how it’s meant to be.

My very own Canon in G.