and something inside me reminded me everyday.
I lay here and write this now wishing I did last week, the day after, the day after, and so forth.
I pretty much wish I wrote everyday.
The holidays continue as Christmas passes and we make our to New Year’s. I feel like a kid again.
I have this whole work week off and while my Love does his duties, I sit here and ponder my activities for the week.
Yoga school, yoga school, yoga school, my inner-self chants.
I intend to take a walk, dive deep into asana, philosophy, reading, writing.
I think about creating a project this break but I may overwhelm myself and never complete it. It is a break after all.
I knotted my first mala yesterday and it showed me a glimpse into a world I will soon be partaking in.
I get messages of all the things I could be doing and I get anxious. And I wonder how to turn it off.
It’s Monday and usually I’d be working today.
Instead I write this to you,
and think about my day,
and what I’ll do.
What will you do, today? This week? This holiday?
I’d love to know.