End of a Long Day. Long Week. Short Life

The past week has been one of those weeks where I blink and it’s next Tuesday.

The nights and days blur together and every night, I marvel that it seems like I was just getting Annika ready for bed a minute ago. Here we go again.

I’m obsessing over preschools and elementary schools. I’m making lots of good new business contacts. I go to bed every night thinking about what I have to do the next day and I drink so much coffee I feel like I’m shooting up. (Not really.)

I wanted to write a new, yet brief post because I have to get my sex post off the top of my blog.

Adding to that, I’ve been doing a lot of pondering about life lately. Since turning 40 in November I’ve gotten this constant tiny little thought in my brain that says, “This is the only life you’ve got. Live it to the fullest. It’s ticking away, minute by minute.”

That’s not to be morbid. But as I’m aging, the reality of life has really begun to sink in.

I”m noticing just how damn precious life is. This year, for the first time in my life, one of my goals is to notice, even for a small moment every day just how lovely the sky is, and stop to breathe when I’m feeling stressed and overwhelmed.

The world isn’t going anywhere I tell myself. 

And while there is always another day. This particular day is the only one of its kind.

Every minute is unique. And when it’s over. It’s just over.