The usual moves

Hit and Miss #342

It’s a beautiful spring afternoon (visually, at least), and I’m feeling pretty good with what we’ve done this weekend. It started with stress at so much to do, amplified by a few days of poor sleep, which was slowly dissipated by the usual moves—make a list, move through it methodically, make time for friendship, move the body, seek out the sun. Even the cats have been practicing tolerance more often than not (choosing life, as we often admonish them to do, instead of unnecessarily antagonizing each other), for which I’m glad.

All the best for the week ahead!