This faux fall weather wins for the best part of the week so far. Dave came home last night after a work trip, and I scooted out for some fresh air and quiet. Armed with my current read, I headed to Stumptown Park and sat on an uncomfortable metal bench nestled in the corner.
I sat still and quiet for so long. I honestly don’t do this enough. Why do I submit endlessly to my to-do list, barking orders to my kids, schlepping laundry up and down the stairs, rarely jumping off the hamster wheel?
After about an hour I texted: Grab some popsicles and throw the kids in the car. We all needed this. Quiet. Green space. It’s not perfect- it’s not even all that pretty but it’s close. And it’s ours.
Sure it wasn’t a perfect night, but we stepped away. We broke out of the routine that I painstakingly follow trying to create the order we need to survive because sometimes we something more.
Fresh air, strawberry popsicles and a chance to exhale.