Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Choose Love

choose love, always

This morning when I first woke up, neither of my children was awake yet, and so I tiptoed downstairs and made my coffee, then settled back into bed next to E, who had taken up her usual guest space in the big bed in the middle of the night. As I scrolled through Instagram, I saw mention of heartbreak over the morning's news, but no indication of what that news was. I opened up the BBC website and saw it. Brussels. Terror. My heart caught in my throat.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Leaving the Dishes Overnight and Other Supposed Housekeeping Sins

our cat prefers an unmade bed
Our cat prefers an unmade bed. It's snugglier.

After I turned forty and as we rounded the corner into the new year, I started thinking a lot about prioritizing what is important and really holding firm in my confidence in my choices. One thing that I have been struggling to accept about myself for pretty much my entire adulthood is that overall, I am not a high energy, go-get-'em kind of person. I like things slow and quiet. I don't have an inner drive to be busy or to accomplish a great many things. In the story of the tortoise and the hare, I am the tortoise. In the end, you remember, the tortoise wins the race. But we live in a culture that celebrates the hares, and that is reinforced in many ways.