I’ve neglected my blog (and probably a lot of other things.)  I’ve found that many of my “conversations” are now on Facebook instead – these short, bursts of observational, irrelevant thinking.  I share my opinions in the tiny, limited box and then move on to “like” a photo of a friend or watch a random video of cats and dogs.  This is the form my online interaction has morphed into and I’ve been feeling the itch to use more words than will fit in that tiny, limited box.  Somehow the little box just isn’t enough. So I’ll think I’ll visit here more often.

I’ve also been busy. I’ve been crazy busy. I’ve been too busy to realize  I was too busy. Home, Work, Friends, Family. Pets.  The last two months have been full of growth, challenges, lessons, joys, sadness, stress, laughter, adventures and this past week, it all finally started to catch up with me.  In hindsight, I was ignoring the warning signs, but that moment when “crazy” takes over your life, finally hit me while sitting in the airport at DFW.   But it finally got my attention.  So I made myself take this quiet Sunday morning to do something NOT on a to-do list.  I did nothing.  I sat on the back patio and just breathed in the fresh air – and I told myself to sit there for an hour. A whole hour where no one else was using my energy or my time. An hour of nothingness.

The first 15 minutes were painful, I was restless and I fidgeted. A lot. I don’t know how to sit still. My mind kept going to the 1,000,000 things on one of the many to-do lists I have. I felt guilty for skipping a workout after the nachos I had last night.  There were errands to run and friends I needed to call.

The second 15 minutes were easier and I started to relax. But was still wondering how I was going to make it through another 30 minutes and finally get to cross things off my lists.

But then something funny happened and I can’t tell you about the next 30 minutes because when I looked at my watch again, I had been sitting there for 75 minutes. I sat still, in the same place, doing nothing for an hour and fifteen minutes.

And I lived to tell the tale…

Love, me

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