A Note to Self

My kids ate chicken strips and cookies for dinner three days in a row. I forgot to sign my son’s permission slip to attend a field trip, and in an effort to help his momma out, he signed it himself (which resulted in a call from the principal’s office). My designated mental health day off of work turned into a work from home fiasco. And, as if it that weren’t enough, my two year old innocently poured ice water on my freshly washed and pressed hair.

Sigh.

Yes, it had been quite the week.

But it is times like this that remind me of the importance of embracing my sacred spaces to refill my cup and center myself. Sometimes, that looks like getting lost in a good novel or sipping a hot cup of tea. Other times, it may look like taking a long bath, meditating or catching up on one of my favorite tv series. Presently, it includes writing this piece, this note to myself really.

This is my reminder that life will rarely go as planned, and that honestly, that’s the beauty of it. A reminder to stop and pause to embrace the present unjudgementally. A reminder that hair is just hair and my daughter will only be two-years-old for 354 more days (yes, I’m counting!)