Every time

Friends,
as I am looking over this week as well as the next...I shudder at how much that needs to be done.
It's unbelievable.

From keeping tabs with media in advertising, rehearsals, work, extra stuff outside of work, studying, keeping up with peeps, the Joneses, their kids and their kid's kids and their dogs and their kid's dogs...oh and chilling out...that fits in there somewhere I think.

It's times like these that I am glad for the people in my life who tell me, it's ok to breathe. It's healthy once in awhile.

I don't even know why I am blogging for I don't have too much to say. Nothing exhilarating and exciting.

I guess it's kind of like my daily runs...I run by this particular house where a man who I assume, lives alone. He tends to his garden closely. I think it's his prized possession...it's one of the best scenes I take notice upon during my runs...flowers, trees, plants...looming everywhere. I kind of hope other people see it and enjoy it as much as I do. For such work to be put into a garden, recognition is most certainly merited. It's kind of refreshing...and then there's this path that I take and every time I run past a particular house, I am guaranteed to smell apple/cinnamon scented candles...I love it. It makes me smile every time.

I's these routine things that happen. it's not mind boggling but it's there and it's nice every time.

Cheers,
C