i've been having the sort of days where i need to prop my eyelids open just to stay awake at 10pm, but the funny thing is that when i think back over the day, it was full of doing without actually getting much done.
i need results, people.
where exactly is the evidence of what i've been pouring myself into? well, mostly i concede that the house is a whole lot cleaner than it would be if i hadn't cleaned it, but you still wouldn't want to lick the kitchen floor. if, you know, you were the sort of person who goes around licking kitchen floors.
and i've been learning loads more about foreign countries and photography and other sorts of things i'm hoping my life will soon involve.
plus, my customers receive their orders on time. my family eats every day. i read and i run and i sit at the dinner-turned-homework table each afternoon with my kids. we play card games and color robots pictures and bake brownies so fudgy your teeth almost fall out.
so perhaps my life's work won't ever be quantified by sales reports or promotions or progress charts. perhaps the mere sight of four sleeping children, happy and whole, at the end the day is evidence enough of ambition well-placed.
because really? it's hard to imagine anything more satisfying than eating sandwiches with my kid by the river.
broken glass & hearts.
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