Maybe Latering

There was plenty to do today.  There always is.  But of all the decisions I made and all the choices I chose, the best ones -by far- were the ones I might have saved for later.  The ones I might've thought we needed to plan for.  I am not a particularly spontaneous person.  I mean, I'll pause in the kitchen to embrace Andy, dishwater dripping from my hands.  And I'll abandon clean socks mid-match to read Hello, Brutus for the gobzillionth time.  But today I did some of the things I don't always give myself permission to do.  And looking back over the day, those were the best parts.  The parts that were unnecessary.  Unnecessary, but essential.  A few years ago I might've maybe latered.  I might have let cluttered countertops and dirty floors and errands and to-do lists get between me and Andy and our children and our friends, but not today.

No time for passion, no time for play?  I wish for there never to be such a constraint on my clock. 

JEB