As fun and packed as the weekend was, I'm tired. Scratch that - I am flat out exhausted. Today, I am glad to be back on the ground, gently getting back to my butterfly-like pace.
I barely remember going to bed last night. In fact, I think I fell in and that was that. Now it is today. These sunflower colored days are singin'. Routine ran off with winter's blanket. Stifling heat crept in and a layer of smoke from a fire up North blurs the senses. And after the collected moments of this past weekend, I feel less like my usual fluttering self and more like a bat, flying about in crazy-fast motion, swallowing life joyously and with great abundance.
As fun and packed as the weekend was, I'm tired. Scratch that - I am flat out exhausted. Today, I am glad to be back on the ground, gently getting back to my butterfly-like pace.
As fun and packed as the weekend was, I'm tired. Scratch that - I am flat out exhausted. Today, I am glad to be back on the ground, gently getting back to my butterfly-like pace.