There was no Weekend-ing this past weekend. Half the day was gone on Saturday before I realized the camera was left idle somewhere in the apartment. It happens. Every once in a while I just need to not think about it like that and just do how we do.
There were visits with family, long long walks, errands downtown, chasing Gabe all around carousels of men’s shirts, and rented movies. There was football and best friends, there was pita chips and dip, a lot of toddler giggles, and even a grown up dinner out with friends.
I struggle with doing the work of reflection and the work of living and being an active participant. That has always been my struggle when it comes to writing, photography, quiet moments, all of it. When do I say, “Enough, I need to step back and create something,” and when do I dive in with both arms and legs? I am always wanting both at the same exact time. Life is short and life is long, again, both at the same time.