Things You Do and Things You Don’t

Today was a day of owning my decisions. When my alarm when off at 6:00 a.m. this morning, I hit snooze. I was exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that I continued to hit snooze at 10-minute intervals until after 7:00 a.m. when I disabled my alarm. It’s still Christmas break for my family so everyone else was home and cozy and asleep. By golly, I wanted to be, too. No, I needed to be.

And it was the right decision—one that afforded me the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.

In the afternoon, I tested my decision-making skills again. I knew today would be rainy one so finding the right time to get outside would require some observation and spontaneity. When I caught a break in the rain, I knew I had to make a decision and quickly.

Did I have other things to do? Yes.
Could they wait for a few minutes? Yes, probably.
But were they going to have to wait? Yes, definitely.

And, again, it was the right decision—one that led to more cherished moments outdoors with my girls and Tiger, our special guest.

“Came through drippin’ (drip drip)”
It’s like a sparkly nature firework!
“Don’t go chasin’ water(hose)falls.”
Donnie Darko: Part II
“All in all…”
I think this sort of looks like a star.
Sleeping Beauty.
Rapunzel’s at the salon getting lowlights for winter.
This poor stump’s brains done squished out.
It’s still Christmas season.
“Liberty!” she shouted just before I took this photo.
This is Del’s audition for the next season of Stranger Things.
Ro: “Pull over! You are not wearing your bicycle helmet. You are going to jail, ma’am!”
“Oh, hey, guys.”
“I salute you, Mother Nature.”
The Great Sphinx of Eastern Kentucky.
Wait, it’s a real cat.
Paws and admire these beauts.

What is one right decision you made today? Share your story with me in a comment. Thank y’all for reading.

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