I took a long walk without the cell phone, smiled at a dandelion then at the sun, and at my son, and my daughter, and my Favorite Guy, and the cats. Then, I smiled at myself in the mirror where I brushed my hair and groomed my brows, put on some moisturizer, lip balm and my favorite raggedy tee and pants. I poured a drink-no rocks and sat in SILENCE for a spell.
I had one of those weeks that felt like it began without my knowledge or consent and it continued without pause, punctuation, or presence of thought. Like a freight train, it ran through here and me. I'm putting it all back together now and hoping next week- should it return, I won't miss my STOP. Ever have one of those weeks?