Most always or at least more often than not, feeling like I live on the hamster wheel,

Pretty much always a long list to-do, the strappings of adulthood hang heavy around the neck, endlessness of what’s next.

What’s next for me then when I feel laden down, my mood dulled by pace and priorities of others, nudge back, ease under the covers for a little self-care, time alone, space created just to be, a bit more, more than a moment, a pause to ponder and putter and cozy,

Reset and centered and self-cared and good,

GOOD.