One day, he took to wearing a large, black plastic owl on his wrist. He was tired of the pigeons and the blackbirds; the bird droppings and noise … and, frankly, he was tired of being taken for granted. What he hadn’t anticipated was how much he would miss the songbirds.
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.