My cup runneth over with gratitude for being at home this past year. To be without crowds, always feeling like I'm in someone's way; to be without the hurry to be in several places at one time; to never have enough time for myself. We’ve spent more time camping and hiking. We started a garden and it’s so fulfilling, figuratively and physically, to walk into your own backyard and eat the vegetables of your labor. I’ve had time to read books, clean out rooms, and interrupt the cycle of consumerism to fill the empty voids.
Pause. Breathe. Be.
As I prepare to receive my second dose of the vaccine and society starts to come to life around me, I question what I want to go back to. I can feel the anxiety growi