Thought Salad

This week has worn me down. I find the days go so fast, and yet they seem to all repeat the same thing over and over. In my little cubicle in the world I deal with microcosms, and have only small windows into the world of others. I really do like being able to help,…

I’ve been thinking about ways to make my days meaningful, every day, not just occasionally. I find so often we walk around being busy- get up, pour coffee down to wake up, exercise, get the kids going, go to work, come home, grab a kid for an activity, feed kids, put to bed, pass out.…

Sitting with my coffee I review the day before and the day ahead. I wake up at the usual time, but decide not to exercise- my cold has made my sluggish and sore.  I sit on the couch with my little love, who coughs harshly then smiles at me, happy with something a puppy on…

I wonder if life would have been different if I hadn’t been in the middle. growing up, worrying about being on time, getting everything done on time. feeling guilty if I didn’t do what I was supposed to. Being responsible. sensible prudent I was always dependable. The designated driver, the worker who would pick up…