Daydreams. What a nice break for a minute. Doing dishes, looking out the window, dreaming of whatever comes to mind. Not an escape from reality. Reality is joy and conflict and happiness and all things. Yet, in the middle of the afternoon, deep in the daily grind, the thought of blue skies and a cool breeze can bring a smile to the face that just moments ago reflected the boredom that was. A minute to relax. A minute to breath and it's back to the usual. Only this time, it might look a bit brighter for the break. The smile infects the soul and is contagious. It is a good thing.
Mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, fixer of all things broken, doctor, nurse, tutor, chef, and maid. So many shoes to fill in a day, an hour, every minute. It is a lot when you think about it, and there will never be enough time. Take each day as it comes. Though being all things at all times can wear on you, you only have to be who you are and the rest just kind of falls into place. Though there is always room for improvement, I don't know if we can ever truly be who we wish we were. Everyone I know wishes they could be their own version of perfect, the perfect wife, mother, lover, or friend. We are all but human, and as such, we are perfect enough. All else can be forgiven.
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