Today, I abandoned a pile of two dozen unfinished to-dos and walked outside and sat on the cement and pulled weeds from the edges of my yard. My little girl came and sat in my lap, blocking the view.
Instead of shifting her so I could reach the weeds, instead of telling her to wait one minute so I could go get a book and be productive while we sat there, instead of worrying about what I wasn’t getting done…
I rested my palms back on the warm concrete and I did nothing else but be there. Which is something I haven’t done often enough.