Today I'm granting myself a hall pass from noodling over this note for too long. Instead, I'm giving myself time to lie back and watch the clouds. My brain isn't going anywhere more complex than sorting laundry. I do have a small token of affection for you - a permission slip to do the same.
Permission to take your foot off the gas for a spell. Isn't that what summer is all about anyway? We have a solid six weeks of summer stretching out before us, like planks on a dock. My seasonal soundtrack sings of iced tea, peach picking, beach reads and lawn chairs. Or Adirondack chairs. Or beach chairs. Each note carries the same message: Slow down and just be. Be exactly where you are. In that moment fully.
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