Friday, April 3, 2015

Some days

Some days I am a twirling, whirling dervish. Some days my feet don't stop moving until I fall into bed much too late. 

Some days I have to beg my legs to keep me up, one foot in front of the next. 

Some days it's "let's just get through the day" as a mantra. 

Some days I realize I have put a week into a single day and some days I realize it's time to slow down.