It is Sunday night and at the end of another whirl-wind of a weekend, I just want to be. Be quiet. Be still. Be a little tipsy.
Not that my weekend was one of my typical get-it-all-in-before-the-sun-sets sort of deals. In fact, by my normal standards, this weekend was rather quiet. I had time for brunch yesterday, got a chance to see the Baby Niece, and got out of dance rehearsal at a decent time. I had time to window shop for more than an hour at two stores and get this--I even had time to read an entire magazine at the bookstore this evening!
This is so not my life...but I could learn to enjoy it.
This evening I do have a few projects to finish before I head up to NYC in the morning, so there have been moments of normal. And as I look at the calendar and realize that tomorrow is the last day of January, I could panic over all the undone projects that required my attention two weeks ago. But in the zen spirit of this moment, I will just BE still and quiet (but unfortunately, not tipsy).