I’d love to tell you the story of a woman who wouldn’t sit still for anything. Her aching back told her she was working too hard; her itchy skin told her to slow down and watch the birds for just 10 minutes; the trees outside her house took to throwing things at her to get her attention. Her phone chord was an octopus, grabbing handles and chair backs, trying to get her to sit down as she talked and walked.
Her children drew pictures of her. Beautiful pictures, drawn in jewel-toned crayons, with sky and trees, people playing on fields of color. She was always drawn inside the window of the house; you could only see her back or her profile as she worked at the computer.
I’d love to tell you the story of a woman who wouldn’t sit still and couldn’t hear a word anyone said but I simply don’t have time to stop and chat.
Check-In
Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.
