Lately life has been just a little bit….blurry.
Between running non-stop for our Nashville Workshop (that we leave for tomorrow at 5am, btw!), running our business and making time to, y’know, run a few loads of laundry… pretty much all we’ve been doing lately is running. And when you spend all your days going mach five with your hair on fire (which is pretty much the standard operating protocol in Justin & Mary world) life does start to get a little bit…. blurry.
Your eyes get blurry from bolting upright in bed every morning at 6am to tackle the next set of to-do’s. Your brain gets blurry trying to figure out what’s been done and what still needs doing, so much so that you find yourself constantly asking “wait, what I was talking about.” And your days get blurry trying to jam-pack a life time’s worth of work in to each twenty-four hour period.
And just to prove my point, as soon as I stopped typing that last sentence I literally just thought to myself: “wait, what was I talking about.” Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up.
So last night for just one night, we downshifted from mach five into a good, steady idle. We sat on our front porch and flipped through magazines. Sure he read photo magazines and I read Southern Living and we couldn’t help but toss out just a few more ideas for the workshop. But remember I said down-shifted….not trade the whole dang car in. We ate crab cakes and arugula salad with Annie’s Goddess dressing, and we watched the boats sail by. I breathed in. And I breathed out. And tried with everything to get life to slow down for just one sweet second. After that, we walked to the St. Bernadette neighborhood carnival, and ate funnel cakes and lost miserably at the shoot water into the clown’s mouth game. Twice. Both times to four year olds. And then we took pictures just for fun. We took pictures of us having fun.
But just so we didn’t forget entirely what life feels like right now, we made sure that they too were just a little bit… blurry.