I need to pick through Ivy's hair again. She sits on the bathroom stool while I bend and spray Argan oil and comb with the sharp silver teeth. My stomach dropped when I thought I found another bug but it was only glitter, because that's Ivy. And I laughed, shaky with relief.
The new direction that I mentioned for the coming year is to focus on only taking work that fits into my interests and life as a wife, mom, and homemaker -- not the other way around. I plan on setting days when I'll tuck my laptop beneath the couch and instead will simply do something else productive and fulfilling, offline.
During a recent daydreaming session I worried that people don't stare out windows anymore. How do we imagine bigger things if we aren't looking at the sky? We look down at a screen and just take other people's dreams and goals and try to pass them off as our own. Have we become too lazy to even dream our own dreams?
I still daydream, today at the snow, and sometimes I wait for the uncomfortable to get me to finally bend but I do, I bow, and stretch, and comb this life out.