Breathe

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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