mornings

It has been awhile since I "mused".  My days have been so filled with busy-ness.  I run around like a chicken with. . . well, you know THAT story.  The crazy thing is, whenever someone asks me what's new, I can't think of a single thing.  I rarely ever remember what was so important that I was running around like a crazy all day.  When life is lived like that, something has to give.  I am guessing that it is typically the sanity that goes first.  Or maybe the patience.  Or energy.  Or health.  Or any number of things.  My point is, what is the point of being busy if what is being done is not worth remembering?  So, today I resolve to do at least one thing with real meaning.  To say thank you at least ten times.  To do several acts of random kindness.  To send one letter.  Then I will write about my day in my journal so that I will remember that life is meant to be lived and enjoyed.