I use a birds-tweeting sound on my phone as an alarm clock, and this morning, twice, the robins outside sang me awake well before the time it was set to go off. Both times, I tried to press the snooze button and both times, it made me laugh.
I’m learning to laugh at myself more often these days.
On Thursday, I left to go to the grocery store while my husband was mowing the lawn, and locked him out of the house.
I am lacking focus. Or concentration. Or both.
I am trying too accomplish too much in too little time, and the older I get, the harder it is to juggle. I used to be better at keeping all those balls in the air, spinning and dancing and turning around to catch each one at just the right time. These days, every so often, I miss completely and drop one.
What you learn, as you get older, is that you have to adjust. You have to slow down a little. You have to let your body and your brain rest sometimes. You have to, as they say, stop to smell the flowers.
It’s a new month, my favorite month, really, and I think I need to carve out some time to just sit with the sun and a book and nothing else. There is still so much to do, still so much to accomplish, but the hummingbirds have come home, the butterflies have arrived, and the robins will tell me when to get out of bed.
And when it comes right down to it, that’s all I need.