I have been busy lately. Like, overwhelmed, frustrated, frazzled busy. There are lots of reasons to dislike this state of busyness... the anxiety, the piles of to-do lists, the running late everywhere because I tried to do one more thing before leaving the house, the knot of tension in my chest. The thing I hate most about being so busy, though is that it distracts me from what I want to be, from what I should be doing.
Here we are in fall, Glorious Fall, and I have (too) many days found myself so consumed with my list of tasks that I do not take the boys out to play once. My head is down, focused on my goal, then I look up and the day is over and I realize the boys were inside, bored and stir-crazy, all day.
Today I vowed to make up for lost autumn playtime. I packed a picnic and we headed for the woods straight after picking up S from school.
The forest was golden with sunshine and fallen leaves, and I was so, so glad I had looked up from my list.