I'm writing, real words, torn from the heart, but not here.
Between summer vacation and babies becoming toddlers I am always moving, moving, moving but rarely going anywhere, or so it feel like.
I miss this place of spilled words and shared truths and I am trying to re-prioritize it. Delegate other jobs, let perfectionism slide. The journey to a balanced life is more of a artistic endeavour than that of a walk down a path. You add a little paint here, remove a n addition here, step back and view and see if your work is finished, the masterpiece you expect.
In other places....
I'm apparently crabby as I take on some irritations this week:
At Chicago Parent... Mind Your Manners (I'm talking to the adults...):
The children today will be the adults of tomorrow and they don’t get that way by magic potion that makes themAt Little Lake County....why do the suburbs hate the sidewalk?
into functioning adults. They get there by being children first. Children who are in public are learning from the adults around them.
Maybe America’s obesity epidemic is because we’ve decided that sidewalks are…are what? A safety concern?
And heads up, tomorrow morning, Disney Frozen goes on sale at zulily.
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