Thursday May 24th, 2018
Another knot of dog fluff gets scooped up and deposited in the trash. The morning light slants in at just the right angle to find the dog hair huddled out of the reach of the vacuum extension. But that is what mornings are for; finding the quiet things that go unnoticed as we amp up for the day ahead.
As I start, I take all the “shoulda, coulda, wouldas” and slip them into an envelope and slide that into the back of the “not sure it matters” file so I can look at my day without yesterday’s clutter and dog hair. I look for the gaps and the things to do and see the pattern of the day ahead.
Mostly, I take the time to own each section of it and promise myself not to get lost in the “what ifs” and “why me”. Anything to remain present and allow that even the not-so-goods have something to say about where it is that I am heading.
Mostly, I try to remember to allow for the spaces in between and not to rush to the next thing. It will come when it is plump and ready to be picked ...but now I am mixing my metaphors and it is not yet 8am! I spy another gift from the large dog who graces my life and must away to chase it with my vacuum… such a glamorous life!