Breakfast. Laundry. Kids to camp/preschool (if a school day). Laundry. Cleaning. Errands. Working out. Lunch. Errands. Karate. Dinner. Bedtime.
I rise and fall, going through the motions, sometimes forgetting to breathe and savor the little moments tucked between the daily routine in the quest to get things done.
Then summer approached and we waved good-bye to our old rhythm and routine.
We went on vacation to the beach.
We visited family and friends in Iowa and Minnesota.
We saw friends in Kansas City.
We dodged severe weather, drove over 2400 miles, danced in rain, biked on trails, splashed in pools, screamed on rides, and savored moments with loved ones we never see enough of.
We also battled food poisoning, car sickness, and learned why people agree to root canals.
Each little thing brought a new rhythm to our life, most of them a welcome change from the old refrain I’d been mired in.
And now, I find myself trying to learn the steps to our new rhythm, the one that changes daily, wondering when things will slow down so writing can find its way back in my rhythm.
Five minutes is start.