Memorial Day

How has this day transformed from sunburns, sand and laughs to another hurried and extra day to get sh*t laundry, for instance? As a child, Memorial Day was always the kick off to summer. The pool was open. The fresh green grass welcomed bare feet.  The beach beckoned. We debuted our new bathing suits and greased our pale bodies with baby oil. 

Now, there are sunspots and the regular trips to the dermatologists. Hats and long sleeves. Sunscreens with SPF 50.

And....THE LIST.

I awoke this morning to the rumble of THE LIST in my head. The dogs were dancing and anticipating their walk. The cats were howling and demanding full bowls. I pulled on my jeans, and still in a stupor, began to hurry. I had a VERY BIG LIST.

I stepped outside and left the house with two leashes in hand. The dogs tugged and gave me no choice but to follow. I took a deep breath and smiled. There was no sand but there was beauty. I didn't hear laughter but I felt great joy. There was only breath and the scents of flowers and newly mown grass.

I revised THE LIST as I ambled and the dogs sniffed and did what dogs do. By the time we headed back home, the most important things - the only ones, really -  that needed to get done were now at the top:

  1. Bask in the beauty that surrounds me.

  2. Embrace the path without resistance.

  3. Breathe.

  4. Exhale.

  5. Work.

  6. Repeat. Every. Damn. Day.

How's your list? You may want to take a walk today...Happy Memorial Day!

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