Category Soul

My last few days have not gone according to plan. And honestly, it has left me feeling less than stellar.

This is mostly because the happy fun factor was missing and I feel a little like Jack from The Shining.

All work and no play and all that…

I don’t know if I would have cared as much if work was all I planned to do, but it wasn’t. My playtime simply fell through and such is life.

But that got me thinking . . . did I make those days count?

I got a lot done, sure. I mean A LOT. But if I feel the way I’m feeling, is getting things done really what was important?

I realize that the plans having to change was no ones fault and I was understanding and made the best of it . . . or so I thought.

But if feeling bummed out and burnt out is the outcome than perhaps I didn’t make my day truly...

The blankets felt divine as I wrapped myself in them and slunk back into bed.

The air was crisp. But my bed was still warm and I almost can’t describe the feeling of bliss as I returned to my cocoon.

I had managed to think ahead and had also brought my delicious, chocolate flax brownie that tasted more like decadent birthday cake than a simple morning muffin.

As I took my first bite and savored the rich, chocolate I thought, “my God, I love my life right now.”

Now before you say you hate me, let me tell you my week was no picnic. I certainly don’t have mornings or moments like this all of the time.

This one particular moment inspired me to write this, however, because of how my week went.

So let’s backtrack a moment...