Jill having a blast in Cuba.
Everyone’s life has rhythm. We do certain activities at a certain frequency, even when we don’t really think about it. Work. Sleep. Eat. Breathe.
Breathing is really good.
For me….I write every day. Here, for you, gentle reader….and also on other writing projects. I call my mother every couple of days. I practice yoga a couple times a week. Dogs out, three times a day. Assemble tax documents every year this time. Hop on the bicycle a couple times a week.
Wash the sheets every week. Fill the car with gas when the light goes on. Check in with friends and sisters on a semi-regular basis…they know to expect calls during the aforementioned dog walks. I get the car washed when it’s dirty. Put the trash cans out on Tuesday morning.
And I visit Jill a couple times a week.
But I haven’t been in over a week. It’s time to visit Jill. She’s going to miss me!
That thought flitted into my head this morning, as easy and natural as you please, right in there with the fact that I’m just about out of milk.
Sigh. Still makes me cry. My head knows that I can’t go visit Jill any longer.
My heart still hasn’t gotten the message.
