"Tackle-It" Tuesday - Taking a Breath


Today I’m taking a breath.
 
I’m going to go to the library with my son. Then, we’re going to make banana bread together. It’s going to take triple the time and make twice the mess. But you know what? I DON’T CARE.

I’m taking a breath.

My schedule has been weighing on me. My to-do list is the monster in my closet, and my writer’s block keeps popping it’s head around the corner saying “Nah nah na nah nah.”

Yeah. It’s past time to take a breath.

And realize…
I have the power to slow my world down. It may not be pretty. Or easy. But I can. I can say “no.”
I’m padlocking my closet. My to-do list is staying in there today. If I’m learning anything with age, it’s that there’s enough time for the important things if you let the unimportant things be.
And I’m keeping it short this week, my peeps. Because as much as I love sharing my words with you, I love being a mom and a wife more. Present and Unplugged.

Take a breath today. If it’s not alive, it can wait. Get out and enjoy the sunshine (if you have some).

Stay lovely, my friends.

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