You rarely have time for everything you want in this life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are.
Monday, we meet again.
I glance at my calendar for this week and see appointments; I’m tired of appointments. I’m in the mood for a long stretch of nothing—which is, in and of itself, something.
Garden planning has commenced. Yesterday, I took inventory and bought and ordered more seeds. I’m often in the garden at night in my dreams—a sweet respite from the white stuff that keeps falling.
Rumour has it that we’re in for warmer weather. Thank goodness. It’s going to be a slushy and dirty mess while all this snow melts; talk of potential flooding has already started.
But spring. Soon.
So no, Mr. Rogers, I haven’t had time for everything in recent weeks, and the choices I’ve needed to make have been the antithesis of who I am. Starting to set that right this morning.