I wrote something else on my calendar for June this morning. As I finished writing, I realized that I only have a few days left where nothing is written. Isn't this supposed to be summer? Isn't the pace of life supposed to slow down?
Mind you, I am also working every day, so I'm either working around these activities or flexing my time to later in the week. July doesn't look that bad, but it is still early. I'm sure I can find plenty of activities to fill each day, but I'd really like to learn the secret of a slower life. Of course, those times when I don't have any pressing need or something that just has to get done and can sit down and read or watch a TV show I feel guilty for wasting time and get up to do something. Perhaps I just don't know how to relax. Maybe when my kids are all off to college. Maybe not.