It’s Monday. The groceries have been bought. The dishwasher loaded. Homework reviewed. Oh, and it’s shower night. With so many responsibilities tugging at our family life, I think it only fair that today’s slice be brief. Brief so that I can be here–and I mean fully present–when the suds are all washed down and my girl is ready to read, to play cards, to sit on the couch and veg out. Whatever.
Part of this Slice of Life Challenge for me is to write everyday. To carve out a slice of my life for the words on the page. Writing is something I typically do when all else is done. Groceries. Dishes. Homework. Even bath times and bedtimes.
But I make time for what I value, and if I value writing, then it deserves a slice of me, and I a slice of it. Daily. Sometimes, like yesterday, it’s a New York Cheesecake slice, rich and decadent and meant to be savored. Other times, like tonight, it’s two bites from the box in the fridge without even bothering to sliver the slice.
But a slice it will be nonetheless. Daily.