Catching Up on Me-Time


I love this Kelli’s blog. A good post on taking some time for yourself .

It’s hard sometimes to catch my breath. I feel like I’m always running around with a million things on my to-do list and each day the list grows bigger and bigger. Most of the time, I put the pressure on myself as I like to stay busy and sitting still makes me a little uneasy.

There are times when I’m at my breaking point and really have to remind myself to slow down, take a breath, stop being so uptight, and just relax. Item #56 on the  to-do list can wait for another hour or the next day even- as long as no one gets hurt and it’s not a life or death situation (most of the time, it isn’t!).

Catching Up on Me-Time by Le Zoe Musings2

I’ve made a more conscious effect to carve at least 15 minutes out of each day to reset.  That goal is getting a little easier because the weather is…

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Sunday Photo Fiction: One Thing at a Time


When you see a tire lying emeshed in ice and snow by a frothing icey river, you don’t think much about what you’re seeing. What would a random tire say if it could talk?  Would it tell you the story of the SVU it was apart of? There were two young children in the vehicle.

How fast was their mother driving on the slick roads? Sally wasn’t paying attention and was texting and talking on her phone while driving. She was too busy having a conversation with her friend about a playdate.  Sally was too busy texting her husband to pick-up milk on the way home. Tom and Isla were playing; they were giggling and laughing in the back seat and were hushed by Sally.

Then the SUV started to hydroplane and Sally tried to break, but the vehicle was spinning and slipping down the side of the road and she couldn’t hault the SUV against the slush and snow. She couldn’t stop it from driving into the river.

Sally remembers the screaming of her children. She doesn’t know how she got out of the SUV, only that she had been crying out for Tommy and Isla from the moment she was dragged from the river. Sally keeps asking for her children. She wants to go back to the river to look for them.

Finally she sees them, white faced with  blue lips, eyes closed, and peacefully frozen; they are sculptures. She waits for their tiny chests to rise, to breathe. Even adults who are experienced swimmers can’t survive in raging winter rivers. But Sally waits, tears frozen to her face.


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