life of a georgia Artist

  Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash Time is a fleeting thing. Life is a blur sometimes. Sometimes we waste time. Other times we rush through time, ignore time, or fake we have more time, but life has a way of kicking you in the teeth and reminding you time is fast and you have to move to keep up, but on Sundays, I intentionally slow down.  I need one day a week where I am not rushing. A day to light a candle read a book, listen to the morning birds sing, and recharge. This day is not for errands, chores, or anything else. It is simple to be. To drink my coffee slowly. To make a Sunday breakfast. To enjoy the food, read a book, or simply sit staring out the window. I get up early, even if it is a Sunday. I want the most out of my day. I grab my yogurt, I make my coffee, I feed the cats, and I write. I rest in my writing. I'm relaxed. I'm awake, I am ready for the day. Today I do have a few things to tidy up, but most of the day is for nothing. I go nowhere, I do nothing, I acc...

    Photo by me, Debbie Life feels like it is in bokeh. It's a blur. We get up, and we are still trudging forward, Covid is still with us, but lil by lil we are pushing back into our normal lives. I'm on the peripheral watching the world live. I'm just observing.  I do not have a clue what normal is. I try to do my best to stay healthy and to do what is right for me, but at the end of the day, I am befuddled about what is right. What is normal?  Through this entire chaotic world of Covid I have worked. I have my own office, I closed my door, I wore my masks. Most of my coworkers went to work from home while I tried to stay safe and back from my remaining co-workers. Now with trying to move back to shopping in person, not wearing masks as much and still washing my hands like I am getting ready for surgery, I wonder, am I doing enough?  I love hiking. I can do that safely through covid, I can still get outside and enjoy nature. I can walk around my neighborhood an...