Too much work, too many things to organize, no time to chill and December - one of the busiest months - has barely started. I am soo ready for my retirement. Birthdays and holidays and celebrations and dinners and meetings and what not. I am busy like there is no tomorrow. And for some reason, the older you get, the fewer friends you’ve got left, yet the busier my social life has gotten. Go explain that equation. And so I cherish the slow moment.
Like this one, when I picked up my daughter from school after work, and we walked home along the seaside. No need for jackets just yet. A one hour of peace.