Every day since we got home from our annual Christmas visiting marathon, I've been assembling a To Do List so that I can plough through a) all the things that I should have got done before we went away, b) all the things that need doing because we've been away, and c) all the things I want to do because its New Year and I have all these daft ideas about things I want to change, as everyone does around now. Which is all well and good, but what I have of course not taken account of is that my body has just spent two weeks travelling, not sleeping, eating inappropriate food, being in constant motion, and processing continual language (old people talk A LOT).
Today, it all packed up.
Its been really hard for me to accept that I just wasn't going to get anything done today. To say 'stuff the To Do List!'
But the baubles are going to have to wait another day to be packed back into the box, and the bedding will have to wait another day to be washed. I gave myself a face pack and went back to bed. When I woke up, the sky was livid with the stripes of a winter sunset and the bedroom full of velvet shadows. And I thought:
Enough with the To Do list thing. Give yourself a break, Rebecca. Life is too short and too beautiful to be raging about whether you finished all the things on your list today. You just have to live every day as it comes.