For the first time in weeks I looked around and, well, breathed.
There's always things to do. And there's still a list on my desk.
But fall is in the air. And somehow the list doesn't seem so important to me.
School is going. Assignments being made and kept. Run kids places in the afternoon.
Soccer. Dance. Church. Groceries. Doctors. Therapies.
It's all good.
I'm liking this breathing thing.