I've had a crazy busy couple of weeks with appointments and doctors and school things. Every day I would look at the list of things that had to be done, places I had to go, and sigh.
After I had mentioned my "very busy weeks" to a handful of people, I made an astounding discovery: most of you are this busy all the time. What drives me to distraction is business as usual for a whole lot of people.
While I assumed I was just stumbling around over here, it seems that I have actually carved out a way of life that's pretty extraordinary. Usually, my life is full of large swaths of time in which to write, or knit, or sit on the porch or the back steps. I can, on most days, sit down and read for an uninterrupted hour or two.
It wasn't until the last few weeks, that I got enough distance from what makes a normal day for me to see my everyday world so clearly.
I am grateful for the shape of the day, most days. I consider myself lucky.