I scooted away for a short ski today (since our lack of snow has been replaced by the snowiest February on record) at a park I haven't skied at in years. I felt a bit guilty driving there as I didn't stay long, however I chose to do a short ski instead of a long one that would be more exercise, but leave me rushed and stressed.
I also did some errands, like picking up a new lock for this window. The other half seems to have disappeared.
Last week my partner and I did a personal shopping session at the thrift store (something I've wanted to try for myself for over 5 years). I'd highly recommend it, they don't work on commission so there is really nothing to lose. She even said she'd take notes on us so if we use the service again they'll have that info. Seriously, at a thrift store! After washing my clothes I just left them all at my partner's place. Now I have a pair of jeans, a pair of yoga pants...that don't need to be packed back and forth.
I chose "Where Are the Spaces?" as my subject line because though I know to compare myself to another person is simply ego, sometimes I can't help it. I have no idea how people manage who have way busier lives than I do. And I am often in awe, or think there might be something wrong with me. My life has been given much beauty since my partner and his children came into it, and at the same time I sometimes wonder, "Where are the Spaces?" I don't know how people work full time, have children and still plan things. I don't know how people constantly go from one activity to the next. It's hard to remember to have spaces in between the activities. Reminds me of a poem I wrote almost twenty years ago that ends
I whisper songs of stillness, between the speed of rushing
sounds. Car doors slamming transporting
bodies to various locations forgetting,
they are held
forgetting
they are
loved
in the spaces
in between.
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