I woke up Sunday in a stupor, with no recollection of how we got here. I heard a twig crack, whipped my head around and saw that August was already here. The farmily have been heading off to vacations, we’re planting like mad for fall, and I just haven’t looked up to notice that it’s already mid-August.
So I slowed Sunday down. Pressed the pause button and squandered the day away dreaming of cooler days and our own potential vacation. I stayed in pajamas all day, didn’t leave the house until the sun was scratching the backs of the trees, and did not a darn thing. I know, there should be some guilt to scrape up because it was a gorgeous day-ripe for outdoor activity. But I just can’t even manage a smidge of it. I’m too busy breathing in and out and enjoying the relaxed aftermath of the pause. And I spend plenty of time outside. I can squander a gorgeous day.
Things will get done when they get done, or they won’t. And that will be okay too. Every once in a while, it pays to do the bare minimum, to hit the pause button and just do nothing.
