Running, running…lists of things to do…deadlines.
Only minutes until my departure…no time to reply.

My husband reminds me to breathe.

The pace of life seems to be picking up speed.
I’m a one-thing-at-a-time gal at my best.
That’s when I’m happiest.

Always looking over my shoulder to see if the avalanche of to-do’s are catching up to me.

The joy in low tech, savoring each moment, each hug, every smile.

My husband reminds me to breathe.

I used to be the one reminding him.

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