A Winter's Morning


Luisa went skiing this morning and while she made her way through the snowy woods, I sat on the couch under a blanket drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book. At first, I felt guilty. The kids were still in their pajamas and likely playing video games. I had an essay due. There were dishes in the sink. The boxes of Christmas decorations still sat in the foyer. The sidewalk had not been shoveled.

I felt like I should do something about all of that.

But the blanket was warm and Momo was on my lap and the coffee was good and the book had drawn me in and I finally had the good sense to say to myself, "Let it go."

So, I did.

I let it all go and gave myself the gift of reading on a cold winter's morning.