The days go by too quickly.
So often, comedy strikes or I stumble across something beautiful or I just feel like saying “hello” — and then all of a sudden, like magic or lightning, it’s weeks later.
But I’m tired of apologing. I’m tired of repeating myself. And, most certainly, I’m tired of being tired.
I’m taking better care of myself, though. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I’m so quiet. I’m sleeping a lot, eating well and laughing often. This weekend, the wide open road calls. Rama and I are taking an itty bitty trip way up the coast, and I can’t wait. We’ve both needed a vacation desperately.
Recently, a friend of mine signed an e-mail by saying “I hope you are thriving” and those words have stuck with me. It’s more than just saying “I hope you’re well” or “Have a great day.” To thrive is not just to exist or survive or hang in there. It’s to live and breathe and love out loud.
I’m working toward that. And I wish you days that are better than good and okay and fine, too. I hope you find ways to thrive.