Last week was a horrible week.
Last week was so bad, that by Thursday night I was a raging, sobbing mess, who curled up in her bed and didn’t answer the phone even when her best friend called four times in a row.
Last week was so bad that I seriously thought about opening my new bottle of blood pressure medicine and taking every last one. (well, not seriously)
But I’m not here to tell you about last week.
I’m here to tell you how wonderful it felt this morning to put on my sweatshirt and take the dogs for a walk in the park, let them chase spunky black squirrels into the bushes, and grab up one stick after another for souvenirs.
I’m here to tell you how much I love hanging my sheets on the line, watching them whip merrily in the breeze, and them spread them across my bed, letting their sweet clean fragrance fill the room.
I’m here to tell you that curling up in my chair with a wonderful book, drinking hot tea from a china cup, is the best way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
I’m here to tell you that tending and planting flowers in my new garden is becoming one of my favorite pastimes, and something I find curiously exciting and relaxing at the same time.
And so after a week filled with frustration and stress and feeling as if I have no idea what on earth I’m doing, comes today – a day so perfectly simple and effortless that suddenly I’m on top of the world.