This week I realized I haven’t written a blog post in sometime. I have no excuse except that I’ve been busy.  I have a few exciting opportunities for me in the works and spring will be just as busy as this winter has been.

The problem with being busy is that I feel the tension building, like steam, urging me to the goal posts, the end of the tunnel or even to the end of the block. When you mix that with caffeine, the speed of the train rushes the hours, but not the completion of the tasks.

Having all these obligations hasn’t kept me from noticing the small things – like the days are getting longer while the daily temperature isn’t paying attention to the calendar. I notice the sunny days, the cloudy ones, and days we have to shovel our driveways and scrape our windshields.

I give a sideways glance at my To Be Read List growing taller every day and long for days of nothing to do but read. I savor hot tea in the afternoon after a brisk walk to resort my Vitamin D level.

I look for signs of spring peeking through the dirty snow. Unfortunately my garden gnome doesn’t count. I’ve been thinking about him as he lies there’s, what I should name him. Ah, I just came up with my next blog – naming gnomes!

Now that I’ve given myself a few minutes to decompress by writing, I’ll get back at it. After all, it’s Friday Eve and I’d like to get a few more things off my desk before the end of the day.

I’m leaving you with a photo (above) I took – and I can’t even remember where or when!

– mb

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