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My days never quite play out like I’ve planned. 

Sometimes that’s good; on other occasions it messes with my predetermined thoughts for the day, spilling into the week. Monday was kind of like that.

A dentist appointment was on my calendar; however, as I headed to bed, I was already planning a very leisurely Monday morning. While brushing my teeth – how ironic – I remembered said dentist appointment. That prompted me to head for my phone and set two alerts … so I wouldn’t forget … again.

I woke up about a half hour later than normal; blame it on the restless night’s sleep or the rainy morning, it didn’t matter. It was needed, and there was still plenty of time for a cup of coffee and a little reading. The bed, however, was left unmade (something that almost never happens), but a load of laundry was tossed in to wash. Not bad, as I dashed out the door.

My to-do list wasn’t long: dentist appointment, get groceries, write a blog post, clean the house and a late afternoon appointment with friends.  The 4:30 meet-up was a bit of a crunch, but totally do-able.

The grocery list and meal plan hadn’t been finished before leaving the house. The last few weeks have included a lot of grab-a-few-things-and-make-it-work. I knew more organization was needed this go round; ergo, I was forced to go to a coffee shop, staining my freshly polished teeth.

Opening up my email, as I started to figure out what I felt like eating and fixing, I discovered a brilliant message. “Can we reschedule our afternoon get-together?” Heck, yeah! I thought, but kindly replied, "Of course,” with more than a feeling of relief. So I savored my latte, planned a menu and took time to write this post.

Sometimes, changes in plans really work for our good. I’ve been weary, and this was a sweet little gift of extra time. Please notice, however, that while I scribbled this blog in my notebook on Monday, this is now Friday. Time, obviously was gobbled up with other demands which were easier to juggle given my gift of a cancellation.

Savoring the cancellation –


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  1. OMy..sounds like my week..maybe something in the air. haha..Love you Mom

    1. Hahahaha...It must be something we are all breathing!

  2. I swear time is speeding up. And no matter how well we try to plan, other things always pop up to redesign our day. From what I'm reading, many of us are in the same boat. I agree, sometimes the new outcome can be very helpful. Hope you are well and happy.

    1. I think I'm liking the new outcomes. They are keeping me on my toes. Have a great week, Marlene!


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