From my journal.
July 17, 2016
A wrinkly, made bed is still a made bed.
I’m remembering the greater importance of waking up slowly to the day. Allowing the day’s plans to mix with my own.
This morning encouraged me to a second cup of coffee as I watched the flowers begin to stand a little straighter, a bit taller. And surely all of those things are far more important than spending silly time de-wrinkling the lines on bed sheets. We’ll save the silliness for another day.