There’s something sweet outside right now. A floral, citrusy perfect scent that has no manmade substitute. My quest to inhale the perfume of spring pushes me outside on every non-rainy day. Why? Maybe because I can only find it when I leave my house, my work, my daily chores and breath it in.
For the past year, I’ve been in a hurry. I wanted to fix the problems with my career, my family, my fitness.
Yet change doesn’t happen overnight and where exactly am I trying to get to anyway?
I love my family, I love my ever increasing careers, I love my friends, I love my house, and I love life itself. So why am I so stressed out?
My next resolution is to slow down. To enjoy every blessing I have in my life and I have a lot of blessings. Some I’ve worked relentlessly for and others came to me as a gift.
What’s the point of my kids going to a million activities to better them if they’re miserable?
Why do I need to publish a bazillion books in a year, or bill a hundred hours per week if I have no time to enjoy the view my husband and I worked so hard to find?
How do I keep friends or connect with family if I never see them?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still climbing the mountain, but now I want to enjoy the hike, smell the sweet flowers, and remember why I started the journey in the first place.