Where do I start? What do I share? What do I keep to myself, locked in my heart and my head? There is so much…
Last week was a whirlwind. A tempest in teacup. I have been just floating and riding the waves, not yet capsized. A lot of this I will keep to myself, cuz it’s too much. I know that I’m too much for some and not enough for others. So I will just try and be enough for me. Even that feels hard sometimes.
I didn’t take enough pictures. I was busy holding it together. Busy orchestrating and making Limoncello Spritz, which was a win. Busy wishing and busy hoping, busy saying welcome back and busy saying goodbye. Busy finding time and making time and busy loving the ones I’m with.
having a great deal to do.
“She had been too busy to enjoy herself”
hard at work (on)
wrapped up (in/with)
rushed off one’s feet (with)
at work (on)
on the job
busy as a bee
on the go
hard at it
on the hop
have one’s hands full
“she busied herself with the tasks that all good moms do.”
You knew this post was coming, didn’t you? I may be cuckoo, but at least I’m predictable.
I love them, as you love yours. I feel this, as you do when it’s your turn. I know I’m not special. I’m just so full up without much room to stuff things anymore so it spills out, uncensored. But buffered. Filtered for the audience’s protection. Rated PG-13, mostly. 🖤