I will live -more slowly- in this day.
Without hurrying (and less worrying.)
I’ll skip the self-scolding for what didn’t get done
and celebrate what did
with hand-clapping (and maybe a sticker)
at day’s end.
I’ll pause long enough to smooth the good cream (Morning Mint)
over skin too long, too dry
and one more cup of coffee before work
saving solemnity for some other day
some other me.
I’ll live head up
favoring lovely views over
papers and planners and piles of to-dos
secure in the knowledge I’ll see one thing – maybe more –
I thought I didn’t have time to see.
If you need me,
I’ll be here counting chickens before they hatch
throwing caution to the fool April winds
and looking before I leap
no matter the snow on the ground
there’s pansies in the forecast
and eggs to hide and sure enough,
the sun did come up – after all.
So contrary to popular wisdom,
I’ll not be saving anything for a rainy day
spending all my everything’s today
come what may
come what will
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Sounds like the best way to live.
Thank you, Debby! It’s a process, isn’t it?
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Such a positive piece Barb! Beautifully written. Well done!
Thank you very much, Suzanne! Love to see you here!