Often on Sunday nights my husband and I review the week’s calendar to make sure all bases—at least those that we foresee—are covered. Like so many people, we’ve got a bunch of things going on. Between work, our kid’s activities, and other responsibilities, it’s scramble, scramble, scramble.
This week, I am stepping out of reality. At least my reality. Of course, all will still be real, but not my normal real, and that is something I deeply need.