I have been feeling really fuzzy lately. Jet lag is no longer an excuse, but perhaps the lack of sunshine is. What little rhythm our fly by the seat of our pants family has seems to be so out of reach of the moment. I see "to-do's" all around me, but can seem to do any of them. The boat is a mess and I can't focus. On anything.
Then I hear that little voice. Not the one inside my head, that one is whining so I shut it out. The little voice that follows me around all day. Talking. Non. Stop. I always hear it. But today I listened to it. "Mommy, we need to light a candle tonight. That will make everything beautiful."
And it did.
It's amazing how one small person and one small act can make such a big difference in mood.