I got an unexpected snow day today.
My husband sent me this text.
Well, I didn't write a book, but I did read one. (If you don't know about Net Galley, check it out. You can read books before they've been published.)
Today was a day to be. A day to slow down, breathe, and just be. No rushing. No racing after perfection. Today just being was going to be enough.
I was a friend.
I was a baker.
I was a reader.
I was a dish washer. (Oh how good it feels to have a clean kitchen).
I was an afternoon nap taker.
I was a mom.
No great achievements today. But yet, I feel a great sense of accomplishment. Because today, everything I did, I did with intention.
Just being was enough.