a deliberate life.

I've been thinking lately... about busy-ness. And myself. And my life. And my schedule. And exactly why I am drawn to being busy. Why do I long for that list of things to do? Why do I overlook important things in favor of, many times, less important things that make me feel busy?

Busy doesn't mean better.

Yesterday afternoon I decided it was high time I tried a more deliberate life. I don't know the specifics quite yet, but I think it means I want to leave time for thinking. I'm pretty sure it also means I want to play and have genuine, bonafide conversations with my pirates every. single. day. Because I'm convinced they're only young once. I'm also convinced time moves too incredibly fast.

So... Tuesday. Here's to a more deliberate life...
It's kind of exciting.