I've been living outside of my head.
Lately.
Doing things I normally don't do.
Eat a cinnamon roll for breakfast with a glass of hot steaming almond oolong.
Stay up past the boys' bedtime to enjoy extra giggling and inevitably tackling.
Pass up paid writing assignments to instead take a chance on creative endeavors.
Leave days of the week free of commitments so as to enjoy a spur-of-the-moment date with the littles and our friends.
And the less I live inside my mind, planning and scheduling and rationalizing and analyzing and scrunching and thinking thinking thinkingthinkingthinking until I've thunk myself out of any space at all ...
the more I find that I like our weeks.
Our days.
Our moments.
Lately, I think, I've been living inside the moments.
Instead of just {always, constantly, obssessively} thinking about them.
