I used to be all about the being busy. I thrived on it, it was a buzz; oil in my motor. Then, just to carry a motor metaphor to an utterly complete crashing halt since what I know about motors would fitbetweenthesewords, I ran the engine on no gas and parts started smoking. Friction! Gears grinding to a halt, crunch, squeak, squeeeeeeeeeeal. But my job keeps me buzzing, so I’m having to learn how to slow down around and outside of it.
Even when I don’t have any scheduled plans, however, like today, it still seems to be my modus operandi to fill up the day with things to do. I went grocery shopping and back to the mall to pick something up and then suddenly got a wild hair and cleaned the laundry room. Putting winter jackets and mittens and hats away in the hall closet and then starting to hang up the window screens made me feel like it is really turning into warmer weather. And seeing this across the back yard…
…made me really stop, sit down, and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I love living here, especially in the springtime. 3 horses and 2 ponies live at the farm behind us. The horse in the pictures is 35 years old and has belonged to the daughter of the lady who lives there, since she (the daughter, not the horse or the lady) was a little girl.
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