I. am. busy. I am not complaining, because truly wonderful, amazing, thought-they'd-never-happen, things are happening to me and I love it. But my body and mind are weary and I just tried to pour instant coffee into my travel mug without removing the lid. Dumb
(Side note: I don't like instant coffee usually, but via is actually pretty damn good and has saved me on more than one sleepy afternoon.)
And as I work steadily away and run errands and exercise and get up too early and work too late into the night and can't sleep once I get into bed I find my mind wondering to a happy place. And if I can't go there right now, at least I can indulge myself and take myself on a short, written vacation.
To a place
Where I can leisurely drink mug after mug of coffee in my pj's on a deck with a book and my journal near by.
Where the air is cool in the morning and cool in the evening and warm and breezy in the middle of the day.
Where I can relax and drink a smoothie on a sunny porch and talk with friends.
Where I can take a mid-day snooze in my bathing suit next to Lake Michigan.
Where I can cook outside and laugh with my family.
Where we can sip beer with limes in it late into the night.
Where I can curl up with my book and listen to the bugs and animals of Northern Michigan through an open window and fall asleep whenever I get drowsy.
I swear to you I can hear the waves of the lake and they are saying, "Soon.Sooooon. Soon."
(none of these images are mine (sadly) and are all linked to their source)