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I need to spend some time remembering why I'm here, why I put myself out here, why I do all the various things I do. Because I like doing them? Or because they've simply become habit?

I could write a book just about the things I no longer do, the things I no longer have time for, or make time for, or find time for. I could write a book...if I bothered, but let's be honest: online journaling is about as far as my writing is and will ever take me. That's fine, I'm down with that.

This past week there have been no evening obligations. I've left work on time, at 4 pm and the sun is still high in the sky until around 9, right now, when it blends down and melts into the horizon line, buttering everything golden in the process. Instead of speeding by, each evening has stretched out and filled up with something I'm not all that used to having nowadays: time.

Time to simply sit and read, both things I can hold in my hands, and things I can scroll past on my screen. Time to simply sit and talk to my kids: about what they think of their friends, their days, their likes & dislikes, the start of school. Time to putter about the house and straighten a painting, adjust the placement of a vase, rearrange a shelf of books. Time to flip through recipes and think about making dishes I haven't tried yet.

Time. Mostly it's elusive, grabbed at and strained through the colander of overwhelming obligations: work, school, kid activities, club stuff, meetings, appointments. But just this week, and maybe only this week, while the clock races toward the frenzy of autumn, it's been a gift and a sliding, gliding journey through stillness.

Tomorrow revs up again: Anders comes home! And the house needs a thorough cleaning and party prep for Saturday's crayfish fest whirls into gear. There's maybe another hour before I need to place my head on the pillow and get some shut-eye, and I intend to spend it well: simply spending it well, doing much of nothing.
mood: relaxed
music: Adele—I'll Be Waiting


Lovely post! And this, especially, among others: "But just this week, and maybe only this week, while the clock races toward the frenzy of autumn, it's been a gift and a sliding, gliding journey through stillness." Just lovely! It's so true that our time is mostly taken by the stuff of everyday life, and it's simply wonderful when we get that rare free time to do the things we really want (not have) to do.

Very well said, I agree 100%!

Tusen tack!

Most of the time, I feel like my posts consist of "Can't talk, too busy, ZOMG zooooooom" so it's nice to have one that celebrates taking TIME. :)

From Megsie

I totally agree, this is a WONDERFUL post. The language (oh, so beautiful!) and the feeling. I actually took a moment to feel how peaceful it is for you right now. A real gift because I have hardly time to breathe. What a gift you have been given! Isn't it wonderful when all the stars align? xoxo

Re: From Megsie

Jumping back into the chaos with both feet tomorrow! XO to you too, friend!! :)


Can only agree with the other comments. Wonderful post!

Enjoy the kräftskiva on Saturday! :)


thank you & I will! :)

I have lost track, is Karin starting a new school this year? Did school already start?

She starts Monday at a new school. We've switched her to Lunds kommun (Martin's school is also in Lund now, though she'll be at a different one than him).

She could have stayed another year at our village school, but if she switched after 6th grade, she would have been a year behind the Lund kids, as they start their 3rd (after Swedish & English) in 6th as well as some of the sciences. Plus, we weren't impressed with the school she would have gone to next if she stayed in Eslövs kommun.

Ah, good call then. So exciting! Can the kids commute together at least? Do you have to be the shuttle?

Nope, unfortunately. I drive Martin and a classmate & her little brother all the way into Lund. Karin will have to take the bus (or bike or ride with a classmate's parents) to S. Sandby, the next village over. Anders leaves for work too early to take her, and he travels too much anyway.

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