I should be at yoga.
That is what is on the calendar for today, in a very tightly scheduled three weeks but I kind of just…didn’t go.
Most Sunday mornings I find it refreshing but today the quiet of my little house was what I needed most.
So here I am, melted into the peace.
This week marks a year since my ex-husband stalked me (a protective order really is just a piece of paper) and I feel illogically successful that it passed without a repeat appearance. Or maybe it’s just relief.
Whatever it is, I’ll take it.
I am making a huge job change and this is my last week in my old position. I know I chose well because the morning after deciding I woke up feeling like the weight of the world was off my shoulders.
In spite of that certainty, goodbyes are hard and I am very sad to leave a this great group of nurses. They have been my work family constant in the last five years and are smart, funny and dedicated. We will keep in touch, but still…it will be different.
Today is Palm Sunday which for some reason has always been a favorite of mine. Not sure why because in the liturgy the story of the triumphal procession into Jerusalem spins rapidly into the events leading up to Good Friday. Kind of gloom and doom, actually.
But maybe I like it because I know the end of the story…Easter is coming.
Spring. Hope. Peeps.
My new job will give me more time for writing, painting, music, exercise. More time to spend with my kids (human and furry). Just. More. Time.
What a gift.
For this I am grateful beyond words so I think I will celebrate by taking Gandalf for a long walk, then head over to church.
After that Sarah and I are going to the opera to see Aida. Live opera is on my bucket list and I really don’t know what to expect. Will I be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman? (I wish I had that dress!) Or just “meh”?
I am glad I took the time to be home this morning. It was just what I needed to re-charge.
Don’t be afraid to opt-out of your schedule of shoulds.
You are worth it.
Enjoy the First Day of Spring from Google and me.