I’ve been thinking that it is time to wake up, to stretch my limbs, and start moving again.
I have started buying myself flowers every weekend, just simple grocery store bouquets, but they make me smile. Something about the roses, so fragile but so tough, feels like home to me.
Buying flowers, clearing the cobwebs, fresh starts, new promises, and all of my favorite old comforts, still here, waiting.
It is time.