Sometimes I envy people who seem to have so much free time.
Friends of mine text me, because they are headed to the beach, the farmer’s market or just laying out or getting a pedicure. I never seem to have time for any of those things. But then I remind myself that I chose the things that make up my schedule, and I am doing for my kids what was never done for me. I think it’s also why I’m resisting getting a “real” job. I cherish my free moments here and there and the possibilities they represent.
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