Today is Friday, and I’ve decided to just enjoy my morning. Not be so rigid in my routine, stay in bed a little longer this morning, just because I could.
In my life I start the week with such a bang, such a frantic flurry of trying to get everything done, and I love it that way. Then at the end of the week, I’m slowing down, enjoying the minutes creep by and take more time on drinking my green smoothie, let the children play a little longer before they race off to school, relax a little on my 5.30am wake up call. I look out at the view a little more, and appreciate the beauty in the way the sun slants on the hillside, the way the colours change minute by minute. Within half an hour the view can change so spectacularly, and on a Friday I really take the time to notice.
I’m sure that this happens every day, but I have four children, a husband, morning routines, afternoon school activities to get organised, and lots of things to do. I can’t take the time every morning, so I make sure that I let my week ebb and flow naturally, and when I do have the time, I notice, I steal the moments, I enjoy the fleeting moments of beauty.
On a Friday, I allow myself to breathe.