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At 1:45 this afternoon I put my little guy down for a much-needed nap.

And then at 2 o’clock, I brought my fresh cup of coffee into the living room (not my desk) along with the almonds, Cheez-It’s and the remote control. And I curled up in the chair — feet under me, fuzzy blanket comforting me — for two and a half hours watching mindless, ridiculous television.

And you know what? It was The Most Perfect Afternoon.

When October 1 came, it meant hitting the ground running, 65 miles per hour on the treadmill, and I haven’t stopped since. I’ve launched a new Thing with a friend, started this 31 days of writing IN A ROW, traveled seven hours and back to Hilton Head for a weekend with my brother. I’ve also worked, exercised, wife’d, mom’d, housekeep’d.

(Except, hahahahaha on the last one.)

All of this stuff? It’s AWESOME and amazing and wonderful and God-ordained stuff.

(Except, hahahahaha on the last one.)

But it’s only the 17th, and the last of the month is just as crazy as the first. It’s just this season — I can handle it for a season. Right??

I don’t say all this to brag on how busy I am — what I’ve had on my plate is nothing compared to a lot of people. (And honestly, I take no pride in my To Do list.) (Not a lick.) It’s just that this month has been crazy-busy with not just being, but doing.

(And the only reason I haven’t lost my sanity or my salvation yet is because I’ve made time to BE first.)

But today? Today my being included giving myself permission to BE lazy and take a couple of hours off from accomplishing a thing.

So when the little guy woke up, and it was time to pick up the girl, and then time to make dinner and do baths and homework and a couple of work items I overlooked during my lazy time — jumping back into the madness was a little bit easier. My mind and my body and (most importantly) my emotions were rested and chill and not falling apart at the seams.

And it was gooooooood.